Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

7. Dexter

Iput my hand over Avery’s. He can still open the door if he wants to.

“Stay.”

He tenses and knocks his head against the door gently. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I look to Lock, silently requesting his help.

He steps closer and squeezes Avery’s shoulder. “You’ve nothing to be sorry for.”

Avery turns and presses his back against the door. “I’d never want to come between you.”

Lock smirks. “What if we want you between us?”

Avery widens his eyes. “What?”

“We could even make you come between us.”

Trust my husband to throw caution to the wind and state exactly what he wants. It’s one of many things I love about him.

Avery shakes his head, his gaze flicking from Lock to me and back again. “I—You?—?”

I resist the urge to lean close and kiss him.

“I’m pretty sure you admitted you like us,” Lock says.

“I-I-I yes, I do. I fancy you. Both of you. But I shouldn’t, and I definitely shouldn’t have said anything because?—”

I put a gentle finger over his lips. “It’s okay. We fancy you too.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You—? Me—?” He swallows, closes his eyes, and whispers, “Between you. Come between you.” As he opens his eyes, his pupils are tiny pinpricks. “You’re suggesting—? With both of you?—?”

“If you want to,” I say.

“If it’s something you’d be into,” Lock says in a sinfully sexy tone.

Avery’s face flushes red as he sags.

It’s Lock’s turn to steady and keep him on his feet. “It’s okay if you’re not. We never have to talk about this again. But we’d like to be friends still.”

I nod. I’d hate to lose Avery’s friendship over our admissions of desire. But if he likes us, and we like him, what else matters? Unless, of course, he doesn’t want to be with two men.

Avery pushes upright. “Is this something you do often? Share another guy, I mean.”

Lock shrugs. “Sometimes.”

“I’ve never—I’ve thought about it. Fuck, I’ve fantasised about being with the two of you, but I never thought—I never dreamt it could happen.”

“It can.”

He fans himself. “Could you be any hotter? Am I dreaming?”

“No.” Lock rests his hand on the door so he’s leaning over Avery. It’s not a threatening gesture but a sexy one. “Tell us what you want, Avery.”

“You,” he whispers.

Lock bends down so his mouth is close to Avery’s. “You want us to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Lock slams his lips against Avery’s, pushing him against the door. It’s so fucking sexy watching my huge, muscular husband kissing Avery, who is much smaller in every way. He leaves Avery panting and moves aside, allowing me to step close to kiss the younger man. Avery’s lips are soft and supple. He moans around my tongue, and his fingertips dance lightly over my jaw. I break the kiss and step back.

He touches his fingers to his lips. “You’re amazing kissers.”

“So are you,” Lock says.

“I’m serious. Wow.”

Lock laughs. “So am I.”

Avery presses his hand to his chest. “I’m going to need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“Take your armour off.”

I’ve never taken it off faster. The high-density foam pieces end up in a messy heap in a corner, leaving me in jogging bottoms and a shapeless long-sleeved T-shirt. Not my normal attire. They’re the sort of clothes Lock looks good in. He looks good in everything. I don’t. I prefer smart clothing, but I went for comfort under the armour. I also stink. Several hours of wearing foam in crowded places under hot lighting will do that. I want to wrap my arms around myself and disappear.

“There’s my gorgeous husband,” Lock says. Of course, he knows how I feel.

His words ripple through me, giving me a much-needed dose of confidence. Damn, I love him. Avery stares at me with nothing but desire in his pale blue eyes. I’d thought Lock was the only person who could look at me like that. I was wrong. It makes me want him more. I step close to Avery, cup his pretty, slender face in my large hands, and kiss him.

“Fuck, you’re sexy together,” Lock says.

In response, I kiss Avery deeper. He tips his head back, giving me easier access to his mouth. I stroke his throat with my thumbs and tickle his nape with my fingers. He clutches my T-shirt, making the most delightful whimpering, squeaking murmurs.

“Hot. Let me take these,” Lock says, his voice closer now.

I open my eyes. Lock is removing Avery’s headphones, but I don’t stop kissing the younger man. Lock puts the headphones on the bedside table. I close my eyes again, intent on savouring every second of kissing Avery. Lock’s hands rest on my hips and tug me forward so my body is pressed against Avery’s.

Gasping, I tear my lips from the younger man’s and open my eyes. Avery is sandwiched between us. His lips are damp, his lipstick smeared. His lashes flutter as Lock kisses his throat and jaw.

“Now that’s sexy,” I say.

“I—” Avery whispers, but whatever he is going to say is lost in a moan as Lock plies him with delicate kisses.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Lock asks.

I part my lips and raise my eyebrows. We’ve had casual threesomes plenty of times, but he’s never given any of those men a pet name. Then again, he hadn’t known any of those men like we know Avery. They’d been hook-ups, but this is different, more meaningful. Isn’t it?

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what to do,” Avery whispers.

“Relax and go with the flow. You don’t have to do anything except enjoy the experience and tell us if anything feels wrong or makes you uncomfortable,” Lock says.

“Enjoy.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

“Tell you if anything feels wrong.” Avery’s voice is soft and quiet, with a hazy, dreamlike quality. It’s sexy and sweet.

“Yes. We want to take care of you.”

“I want to be taken care of. I want you and Dexter to take care of me.”

I shiver at their interaction, at how caring and tender Lock is. I grab his shirt and pull him to me for a kiss.

“Fuck, Dex. What did I do to earn that kiss?”

“Being you.”

He fists my shirt and kisses me more firmly and passionately, stealing my breath and making my knees weak. When we break apart, Avery stares at us, pupils blown wide, damp lips parted. Is he finding this as sexy as I am? He’s never had a threesome. I want to blow his mind with how amazing being with two men can be. I smirk. I want to blow more than his mind.

“What are you thinking, babe?” Lock asks.

“That our pastel twink has too many clothes on.”

I move my hand to the button of his skinny jeans. He wears them turned up, revealing slim ankles. I wait for Avery’s nod, then flick the button undone and unzip his fly. A whoosh of air escapes my lungs as I reveal a pair of pale pink paisley panties, trimmed with white lace around the legs and waistband and a cute little bow.

Avery tenses, and worry flits into his eyes.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Lock asks.

“You’re perfect exactly as you are, Avery. These are sexy.” I push his jeans to his thighs.

Avery exhales and relaxes.

“Fuck. So fucking sexy,” Lock whispers.

I grasp Avery’s face and kiss him. “I hate that anyone’s ever made you feel like how you dress isn’t okay. It is. It’s you, and you are amazing, sweet, and gorgeous.”

I glance up at Lock, who’s smiling at me. My words echo ones he’s said to me hundreds of times when I’ve doubted the way I look. I return his smile.

“I adore your panties. And your hair.” Lock kisses the crown of Avery’s head. “And the way you dress. But I’d still like you to take this off so I can see more of your beautiful body.” He tugs at the pastel hoodie, pulling it up from the bottom.

Avery raises his arms above his head, making it easy for Lock to remove the hoodie. Underneath, Avery is wearing a camisole top that matches the panties.

“Stunning.” Lock kisses Avery’s shoulder as he bends his knees so he can rub his crotch against Avery’s arse.

The younger man gasps and tips his head back, allowing me to kiss his throat.

I cup his cock through his soft cotton panties and squeeze gently. “We’re going to take good care of you.”

“Thank you.” His cock hardens as I stroke and knead it.

“Why don’t we take this party to the bed?” Lock says.

“I like the way you think,” I say.

“Me too, but, uh, could you wear fewer clothes?” Avery asks.

“Your wish is our command, but these must come off too.” I push his jeans a little farther down.

“And my panties?”

“Oh, no, sweetheart. Your pretty panties are staying on.” Lock runs his hands over the camisole. “As is this.”

Avery whimpers and squirms between us. “Why didn’t I tell you I had the hots for you sooner? Why didn’t you tell me?”

I peck his lips. “We know now. That’s all that matters.”

I sink to my knees, take his powder blue pumps off, and set them aside reverently. He isn’t wearing socks. I pull his jeans off, caressing his slender calves as he lifts each leg to step out of them. I stand and remove my T-shirt, letting him look at me, reading his expression as I brace myself for the worst.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispers.

And damn, I believe him. He’s gazing at me like Lock does—as if I’m the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. Blood courses hotly through my body. My cock stands to attention, tenting the loose fabric of my boxer shorts and jogging bottoms.

Avery licks his lips. “Take them off. Please?”

I kick my boots off and shimmy out of the jogging bottoms. “Better?”

“Almost.”

I laugh and take my boxer shorts off, revelling in the lust in his and Lock’s eyes. “Is that better?”

“Much.”

I take his hand and lead him to the bed while Lock strips and fetches lube. We don’t have condoms. We don’t use them when it’s just the two of us, and we didn’t think for a second that we’d end up in bed with Avery.

We lie on our sides, Avery and me facing one another, with Lock behind Avery, his huge, muscular body tracing Avery’s willowy frame. We run our hands over each other as we kiss. I kiss Avery, and Lock leans over the younger man to kiss me. Avery turns his head to kiss Lock. My lips and tongue tingle with the taste of my husband and our pastel twink. Avery’s hands are soft, while Lock’s are large and firm with rough callouses. The air is filled with the smacking of lips, whimpers, and moans.

“Oh, God,” Avery gasps.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Lock asks.

“Yes. So, so much.”

Lock squeezes lube along my hard length. “Touch each other.” His tone is semi-commanding.

Avery grasps my cock and moves his hand up and down, smearing the lube over my length. I gasp and grunt as he twists his wrist delightfully. I massage his cock through his panties, rubbing, squeezing, and making circles with my palm.

“That’s so nice,” Avery whispers.

“Watching you is fucking sexy,” Lock says.

I arch an eyebrow. “Is that all you’re going to do?”

Lock chuckles and kisses Avery’s shoulder. “No. I want to slide my cock between your thighs and imagine I’m fucking you, sweetheart.”

Avery bites his lower lip. The rhythm of his hand falters. He stares into my eyes.

“It would be hot. But only if you want it,” I say.

“I do.”

Lock puts his hand on Avery’s knee and lifts his leg so his foot is on the bed and there’s space between his thighs. He squeezes lube in the gap he’s created and smears it, making Avery’s pale skin slick and shiny. He puts lube on his cock, slides it over Avery’s bottom thigh, and lays his upper leg down again, sandwiching his cock between the younger man’s thighs. He slips his hand between them and touches Avery’s arse. From the way Avery’s eyes go wide, I guess that my husband is teasing the pastel twink’s arsehole through his panties.

“Is this good, sweetheart?” Lock’s voice is a husky rasp.

“Yes.” The single word devolves into a whimpering moan from whatever delicious things Lock is doing to his arse.

Lock’s and my fantasies are coming true, and I couldn’t be happier.

I kiss Avery and then Lock. Damn, Avery is good with his hand. Between his handjob, the feel of his hard cock beneath my hand, and the sight and sound of Lock thrusting his huge dick between Avery’s thighs, I come undone in no time at all. I slam my mouth over Avery’s, plunging my tongue into his mouth as my cock jerks in his hand and coils of hot, sticky cum splatter over him. He moans against my lips, pushing against my hand and Lock’s cock and finger. Dampness spreads over his panties as he comes. He tears his mouth from mine, groaning. Lock drags me to him for a searing kiss. When he orgasms, his cum squirts between Avery’s thighs, hitting me.

We lie on the bed, panting and sweaty, our chests heaving. All I can smell and taste is them and sex.

“Fuck.” I lift my hand and flop it over Avery’s thigh.

“Uh-huh. So good. Thank you.” Avery’s lashes flutter open and closed.

Lock and I take turns kissing him.

“Stay the night,” Lock says.

Avery giggles. “I’ll have to. Can’t move. Legs are like jelly.”

I stroke his cheek. “Avery?”

“Hmm?” He opens his eyes fully and stares into mine.

“You’re wonderful, sweet, and sexy. Don’t ever forget it.”

He smiles. “I won’t if you don’t forget how gorgeous you are.”

My face flushes with heat.

“He’s right. You are gorgeous,” Lock says.

“I won’t forget,” I promise.

“That’s exactly how you make me feel. Gorgeous, I mean,” Avery says.

I kiss his forehead. “That’s good. We want you to feel special and cared for.”

“And sated?”

“That too.”

Avery closes his eyes. “My panties are filthy.”

“Do you want to take them off?” Lock asks.

Avery snuggles between us, his arm tucked under his cheek. “No. You’re the reason they’re damp and messy. I don’t want to forget tonight.”

“You’ll have to take them off eventually,” I say.

He smiles. “Yeah, but not tonight. Tonight, I’m yours.”