Seeking Two Lovers, page 20
He’d shared it all, and the fact he allowed me that close with sexual intent flooded me with unfathomable thankfulness for his trust.
It was as though he’d fixed in his heart and mind that he wasn’t submitting to me but rather giving freely, same as he’d done with his kisses in Lily’s presence.
“B?” I whispered, the distance between us less than two feet, the hunger in the air palpable, but I needed words. Assurance that what I desired wouldn’t send him spiraling.
“Yes.”
Pure consent rested in his answer, no question.
I cradled his face in my hands, the scratch of his scruff on my palms welcome and arousing as fuck. A shudder ripped through me, and I struggled to fill my lungs. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” I rasped the words and moved closer, my pulse pounding in my ears.
The chaste swipe of lips quickly turned into a blaze of passion, tongues twining regardless of morning breath. I swallowed down his moans and pressed his back against the counter, our groins tight, hands grasping at each other’s naked torsos and hair.
His thick length slid along mine as we ground against each other, the motion taking me to the point of coming in a matter of seconds.
“Can I touch you?” I asked between kisses, so damn desperate my dick jerked at the thought of finally feeling his hard flesh against my palm.
“Yes.”
There was no teasing of fingers at the waistband of his sweats—I shoved my hand inside, wrapping around his cock.
And damn near came from his guttural groan.
“Okay?” I forced through gritted teeth, grinding my dick all over his tensed thigh.
He let out a hiss, leaning back to watch me stroke him, lips parted as he panted. “Fuck. Yes.”
I yanked his sweats to his knees with my free hand before doing the same with my shorts. Closing the distance, I added my dick to the jerk off session.
“Oh…fuck, that feels good.”
I groaned in agreement to Blaine’s moaned words, smearing our pre-cum all over my palm and fingers. Slick and hard, we rutted into my hand, the sounds of wet schlicking soon rising along with our heightened breaths.
“Gonna come,” Blaine rasped, arching his hips toward me.
Our mouths crushed together, and Blaine grasped at my back as he’d done with Lily between us, his fingers digging into my muscles as though desperate to pull me inside him.
Fuck, yes, what I wouldn’t give—
Wet heat erupted on my hand, and I soaked his groan into my memory before allowing myself release. Elation crashed over me like a storm’s swell, dragging me under, leaving me breathless, adrenaline coursing.
I lusted to drop to my knees and clean him with my tongue, to swallow his essence down so he would always be a part of me.
He’d allowed himself to cross lines I’d never in a million years expected, hadn’t hoped for, so I made myself content in what Blaine had gifted me. Kissing and frotting, loving on Lily between us would have to be enough.
We panted for breath, our foreheads tilted together as the ocean of lust settled along the shore in quietness.
“Okay?” I finally checked in with him again, winding my non-sticky hand around the back of his neck to keep him close.
“Yeah.” He blew out an exhale that I dragged into my lungs. “Better than.”
A grin spread over my face, and I pulled back, needing his eyes.
Our slick chubs still rested in my hand, and I gave him one last squeeze as our gazes connected.
He smiled rather than turned away. Bashfully, pink staining his cheeks instead of bone-white paleness.
Unrequited love uncovered…and he hadn’t turned away from me. I swallowed hard, warmth rushing to every nerve ending in my body. A deep longing for Lily intensified the feelings coursing through me.
Blaine tore his gaze away first, glancing down to where I still held him. “Too bad Lily isn’t here to clean us up.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
He let out a shaky laugh, and I gave him one last peck on his soft lips, lingering to savor the moment, loving how we were of the same mind.
“Got any plans for today?”
“Sleep.”
I nodded, my heart falling a little over the fact he didn’t want to spend his time with me. Forcing myself to step back, I pulled up my shorts, giving him some space I expected he needed.
“In your bed,” he added as though he read where my thoughts had gone.
A grin took over my face, my heart once more light as a goddamn feather. “I could go for a snuggle fest,” I said, grabbing a towel to wipe my hand free of our spunk.
His smile felt better than cool salt water on sunburned toes.
Thank you, Lily.
I followed his firm, flexing ass back into my bedroom, and after cleaning up, he became my little spoon—and for the first time ever, I didn’t bother shifting my groin away from his gorgeous ass. I rested my flaccid cock against his crack and closed my eyes, finding the kind of rest I hadn’t known was possible.
29
Lily
We’d spent the weekend in a tangle of limbs covered in sweat and cum, but my wrecked ass wouldn’t be taking another dick for at least a week or two. My pussy and mouth had gotten one hell of a workout too though, and I’d never been so jelly-legged in all my life.
Grey and Blaine had often become caught up in the lust among the three of us, their mouths finding each other’s, but not once had I felt left out or on the sidelines. Same as in the shower Friday night, they took care of me before getting off.
There was no frotting, no man-on-man blow jobs, and no fucking that didn’t include me.
But I wondered what would happen with the two of them being alone. Would the men explore the door I’d pushed open between them sooner than I’d planned on? Would they realize they didn’t need a feminine counterpart to find contentment in Grey’s bed?
I rushed through the café’s door to get my ass on the clock. A niggling of fear wound around me like a python like it’d done often through our weekend together, worrisome enough that I twisted my own stomach into knots.
I almost wanted them to interact on their own even though I dreaded it. Grey and Blaine deserved happiness just as much as the next guy.
I just really wished it could be with me.
Yes, my determination to keep emotions out of our hookups had fled my heart. I was truly caught up, captured, in the fantasy of a happily ever after with my two lovers.
And it scared the fuck out of me even while memories of their touches heated my face and dampened my panties.
Cheryl watched me with a raised eyebrow as though she felt my conflicting emotions that caused grins then frowns to morph back and forth like shifting shadows. I eventually spewed the delicious details of my weekend between serving customers.
Seeing as how she preferred pussy, she didn’t catch on with my swooning excitement, but she did offer her congratulations on finding what I’d set my heart upon.
If only it would last…
When the second break rolled around, I hurried outside into the sun, my cell in hand. My fingers shook, and I swallowed hard as I swiped my screen to life.
Blaine had texted first. Miss you.
My exhale quickly deflated my lungs.
So even if they had gotten it on after I’d left, he still thought of me.
Miss you too, I typed out a reply, breathing a tiny bit easier.
I swiped over to Grey’s number and shot off a text, my words thoroughly fishing. What are you up to?
Wishing you were here between us, he texted back before I had a chance to chew on a fingernail.
Lower lip between my teeth, my fingers flew over the screen before I considered the words that rushed to mind, knowing it would be better if they figured it out and broke my heart sooner than later. You can always pretend I am.
I tossed in a wink and the devil emoji to drive the point home.
And fish for yet more information.
Grey: I got us both off with my hand after you left.
Heat rushed through me instead of the fear I’d expected. He’d been blatantly honest, no sneaking around like Levi and Zeke had done behind my back. Biting back a smile, I sent off another text: I want evidence.
Grey shot back a lol emoji along with, Already cleaned up.
A thought flitted through my head, so I asked the question because I couldn’t not know. Is that why Blaine texted he missed me—because he felt guilty for what the two of you did without my being there?
Grey: No. He texted because we both said we wished you were there to lick us clean.
“Oh, God.” My fingers shook while searching out letters on the screen. You can’t say shit like THAT when I’m at work!
Grey: Go to the bathroom and get yourself off.
Me: No!
Grey: Yes. I want evidence.
The damn man echoed my words.
Mr. Yummy: Do it.
Furrowing my brow, I texted back to Blaine. You’re together right now, aren’t you?
They both replied an affirmative at the same damn time.
I started a group chat including all three of us, grinning as I did so, my heart so damn light in my chest that I swore it skipped a few beats. I want proof first, I texted. Of the kissing sort.
Breath held and pulse thrumming, I waited. A pic came through of scruffy jaws and locked lips, Grey cradling Blaine’s face with one hand.
I throbbed between my thighs and bit back a groan at how beautiful they were together. I wanted in on that—needed it.
Three minutes later, a definite record for me, the boys got their requested evidence. Creamy fingers from my sopping pussy.
Now where’s mine? I texted.
Mr. Yummy: I got nothing left.
I snorted, well aware of how many times he’d drained his balls into condoms and my mouth over the previous two nights. Add in one last one from Grey he’d mentioned…or had it happened more than once since I’d left them?
The inside of my lip became well acquainted with my teeth as I worried over my thoughts. Goddamnit, would I always question everything? Would my emotions always rollercoaster with suspicion?
Grey: Come over tonight.
The threatening tension twisting up my stomach again eased.
Me: Bossy.
Grey: You love it.
I considered doing what he wanted since I did kind of like when he made demands, but while my body was warmed and ready for another romp in his bed, I needed to take it easy on my heart.
They needed to thoroughly work things out between the two of them too before I allowed myself another fantasy to be fulfilled.
Me: I’m staying home tonight.
Blaine dropped a sad face, but I forced myself to stick to my guns and text what needed said—for all our sakes.
Me: You boys enjoy a guy’s night, and just so you know, I’m not against dick pics with…evidence. Just sayin’.
Grey: We’ll miss you.
Blaine didn’t send another reply as I rushed back to the counter, but Grey’s response had been more than enough. He was the one in love with his best friend, had admitted that fact to me earlier before I’d left their house. For him to assure me that he wouldn’t kick me to the curb because he was enamored with me too, I told myself I had no choice but to believe him.
Trust just came so damn hard to someone who’d had their heart broken.
Grey: How far is too far?
He’d sent it to me directly while I sat sucking down wine and waiting for Haley to get home from her dinner date with some guy she’d met online. I studied the words a few times, my buzzed brain not really sure what he was asking.
Grey: Lily?
Needing to go with my desires for the two of them over my fears, I replied, There’s no such thing. I WANT you to explore whatever woke up over the last two days—if that’s what you’re asking.
Grey: I really wish you were here to love on him with me.
That damn python I hadn’t realized had gripped my stomach again relaxed. He was well aware of my past and what the possible outcome of knowing they were together would do to me.
And he cared enough that he reached out rather than jumping his best friend because walls had finally torn down between them.
Me: I’m enjoying a glass of chardonnay. A little too much to drive—or appreciate dick. You go enjoy Blaine for me. Love him, Grey.
Grey: Already do and always will.
I smiled, my eyes stinging even though I didn’t know why. Happiness for him? Excitement for Blaine to have the love he deserved? Or just exhaustion from a weekend of fucking like rabbits and a too-long shift on my feet?
Me: Send me some pics so I have something to look at tonight when I’m horny from thinking about the two of you together in that big bed.
Grey: We’re going to want evidence of that.
I snorted a laugh, starting to get annoyed with that damn word even though it turned me on. It’ll be my pleasure if I don’t pass out from drinking on an empty stomach.
My phone rang a few seconds later.
“I had to hear your voice.” Grey sounded muffled and lazy, like he already sprawled in his bed.
Warmth tingled through me, and I settled back into the corner of the couch with my nearly empty glass, surprised by how happy I was he’d called.
“Did you need my assistance in getting it up for him or something?” I asked with a snicker, sticking to silliness rather than focusing on how damn good Grey made me feel.
“Nope.” He popped the P like I usually did, making me outright laugh.
Grey could get hard for his best friend without my help.
My grin faded, and I wondered where his mind was with all that had unveiled in the previous two days.
We quieted, the silence allowing my mind to float back and forth for too long from insecurities to hopes I desperately wanted to dream about.
“Does he know how you feel about him?” I asked while staring at the last swallow of white in the bottom of my glass, my tone much quieter, all trace of silliness gone.
“He overheard what I told you this morning, so yeah.”
“He feels the same,” I stated, closing my eyes as memories flashed through my mind. “He stares at you like you hung the moon and stars in the night sky.”
Exactly as Levi had with Zeke.
“That’s thankfulness. Gratefulness for all I’ve done for him.”
“Hmm.” My lips thinned at the bullshit he spouted, but I tipped back my glass, emptying it rather than arguing. I could lead the man to water, but I couldn’t force him to drink.
“He’ll only ever look at you like that,” Grey said.
My forehead dented in a quick furrow as I swallowed. “Like what?”
“You’re the sunshine in the garden of his soul,” he stated as though sold on the idea but without a hint of jealousy in his tone.
I almost snorted a huff. If only.
But I remembered the flush on Blaine’s face when around me, the way he kissed and touched my body as though in reverent worship…
Damn emotional roller coaster—damn wine—laughter bubbled up on the heels of my frown. “I am not. He’s only known me for a couple weeks.”
“The first day I met Blaine, I was sure I wanted him in my life until I died.”
Shit, I was aware Grey had it bad for his best friend, but still. “How old were you?”
“Ten.”
“Did you know you were bi?” I closed my eyes, head tipped back against the couch, empty glass cradled to my chest.
The spins…shit.
I popped my eyelids back open and slid a foot onto the floor to ground me.
“Not right then, but the first time I thought about kissing it was because of Blaine’s mouth. And the first time I realized I wanted to touch another dick, it was his.”
Blaine had been Grey’s first crush, his first love. Envy sneaked into my mind, but what woman wouldn’t be jealous or anxious about losing what she’d always wanted and thought she might have found?
“He’s it for you,” I spoke truth both of us knew deep inside our souls, needing confirmation one way or the other. The teeter-totter of emotions was doing my buzzed brain in.
“I’d like nothing more,” Grey admitted without hesitation, “but if I’m being honest, there would still be something missing. Is it greedy to need him and crave a soft, loving woman’s touch too?”
My heart beat heavy in my chest at the suggestion in his deep voice and the words caressing my ears. “No.” I swallowed hard. “Why else would Missing Link be in existence? A triad is probably tough as hell, but it’s doable. It can work if the connection, the dedication, and the honesty is there.”
But was that what he suggested he wanted for the long haul?
He made an agreement in his throat. “And what do you desire, Lily?”
“I’m greedy like you,” I whispered the truth in my heart, for as long as I could hold onto them.
“And what if that isn’t what Blaine wants?” Grey sounded concern as though our hearts longed for the same thing.
My chin lifted. “Then we show him it’s what he needs.”
“Fuck, woman, you fill me up with all kinds of emotion…”
My throat tightened, and I waited, desperate for more affirmation.
“I don’t even know what to think or how to handle my head right now,” Grey whispered, his tone ragged. “Next time I see you, I’m bringing you an entire shipping box full of Andes candies.”
Aaaaand, my heart melted.
“Go lose yourself in him,” I said with a soft laugh even while my eyes burned. “And think of me while you’re doing it.”
His promise to do so rang in my ears long after he hung up.
30
Blaine
Either Grey ignored my presence, or he had been too wrapped up in his conversation with Lily that he didn’t notice me standing in his home office’s open doorway.
He’d had her on speakerphone while he tipped back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head—facing the far wall.
