Limitless Love: A Polyamorous Charity Anthology

8. Avery

When I wake, I’m sandwiched between two sexy guys who both have morning wood. I’ve had one guy’s half-hard dick prodding me in the leg, but two is definitely a different experience. It’s nice. Exhilarating, even. Sexy.

I flop my hand over my forehead. I got off with Dexter and Lochlan. We got off together. Could last night have been any more perfect?

I hitch in a breath. I’m not the first guy they’ve shared. How often have they invited another man into their bed to fool around with? I don’t regret it, not for a moment, but did it mean anything to them beyond a one-night stand? Was being with me different to their previous hook-ups? If I wish hard enough, will the answer be yes?

Lochlan smacks his lips and strokes my thigh. “Morning, sweetheart.”

I shiver every time he calls me that. “Morning.”

He cups my cheek and turns my face for a kiss. A drop of his pre-cum drips onto my skin.

He reaches behind him and fumbles for his phone. “It’s barely seven. You’ve got another panel today, haven’t you?” He puts the phone on the bedside table and cups my cheek.

“Yes, at eleven.”

This is the final day of the fan convention. Unlike yesterday, when sessions went on into the evening, everything finishes mid-afternoon to allow people to travel home. I don’t have far to go. Nowhere near as far as Lochlan and Dexter. The disadvantage of having their address is that I know how far apart we’ll be once the convention ends.

Lochlan moves his hand to my belly. “Plenty of time. Your camisole is soft and sexy. Like you.”

I smile. It’s impossible to feel anything but sexy with him and Dexter on either side of me.

“I have to return to my room to get showered and changed. I can’t wear yesterday’s clothes to the panel.”

If fans see me between here and my room, they’ll know I’ve been with someone. Talk about taking a public walk of shame. I’m not ashamed, but I also don’t need gossip about my private life splashed all over the internet.

“Plenty of time for cuddles.” Lochlan encourages me to roll onto my side to snuggle against his broad chest.

He has dark chest hair and the biggest pecs I’ve seen other than on bodybuilders on TV. Physically, he and Dexter are exact opposites, but they’re both kind, caring, and so fucking beautiful they take my breath away. Plus, they’re geeks like me, and that makes them damn near perfect.

Holding him is wonderful. Having his cock between my thighs and Dexter’s cock in my hand again would be amazing. But we should talk about what happened last night and what it means—if anything—rather than getting sexy again.

“Is something wrong, sweetheart?” Lochlan asks.

“Hmm? No, I was thinking. That’s all.”

“Thinking?” Dexter asks with a wide yawn. He cuddles closer, pressing his dick against my arse. It doesn’t stay half-hard for long.

“Yeah, we need to talk.” It’s hard to get the words out when I’m going nuclear with the need for them. My skin is hot, my pulse is racing, and my breath is getting quicker by the second. But I need to rein in my desire.

“Talking would be sensible. I have a question for you,” Lochlan says.

“You do?”

He runs his thumb around the waistband of my underwear. “Are you regretting falling asleep in crusty panties?”

I wrinkle my nose. “They weren’t crusty when I fell asleep. They were wet. And no, I don’t regret it. They’re covered in all our cum, and that’s—that’s—that’s so fucking hot.”

He slides his hand beneath my panties, over my thigh. “It is hot. There are four hours before your panel. We can cuddle now and talk later.”

I put my hand over his. “As tempting as that is, we should talk first.”

“He’s right,” Dexter says.

Lochlan pouts, which is as comical as it is cute. “I know.”

“You’ve done this before.” I’m not asking a question. They told me so last night.

“Yes. We live a polyamorous lifestyle,” Lochlan replies.

“What does that mean?”

“Different things to different people.”

I stroke his chest. “What does it mean to you?”

“We’re married but date and hook up with other people.”

“Sometimes we hook up with the same person,” Dexter says.

“But you don’t date the same person?” I ask.

“Not often.”

“How does being polyamorous work? Don’t you get jealous?”

“No. It helps that when one or both of us is dating someone else, it’s on a hierarchical basis,” Lochlan replies.

I frown. “Meaning?—?”

“We’re each other’s primary partner. Other boyfriends come secondary to that.”

I press my lips together as I nod. “And these hook-ups and boyfriends—they know you’re together and polyamorous?”

“Always,” Dexter says.

“Often, they have other partners too,” Lochlan says.

It makes sense for their hook-ups to also be into a poly lifestyle. Are some of their joint hook-ups simply in it for the thrill of a sexy threesome? Was that what I wanted? To experience something I never had before? No. It meant more than that. To me at least.

“Thank you for trusting us with your first threesome,” Dexter says.

I loop my ankle over his leg to feel as connected to him as I do to Lochlan. “It was amazing, but other than fantasising about being with the two of you, I’ve never thought about having that style of relationship. I guess I defaulted to monogamy. It’s what I always imagined for myself. Find a guy who treats me right, accepts me for who I am, takes care of me, and makes me feel special. Settle down. Get married. Not that I’ve had much luck making that dream come true. Maybe I’ve been looking too hard. I definitely fall for the wrong guys all the fucking time.”

“Are we the wrong guys?” Lochlan asks with a wobble in his voice.

I rub my face. Shit, I fell asleep with make-up on. I’ve almost certainly smeared glitter and mascara everywhere. What a sight I must be, with my panties crusty with cum, and a face like a clown.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and then some,” I whisper around a lump in my throat.

Dexter kisses my nape. “I sense a but.”

“Is monogamy what you want?” Lochlan asks.

I shrug. “I thought it was. I guess what it really boils down to is that I always hoped I’d be someone’s number one. But you’re already each other’s number one, and you’re happy with that, and the people you date and sleep with have to be happy with that too. The thing is, what if I’m not okay with it? I can’t ask you to change what works for you, especially on the strength of one night that might not have meant as much to you as it did to me. Fuck, I’m confused. And I’m babbling.”

Lochlan runs his finger over my lips. “Babble away, sweetheart. If it helps, last night meant everything to us.”

My heart flutters.

“We adore you.” Dexter kisses my shoulder.

And I’m back to being a gooey mess. All because of the effect these two amazing men have on me. They can make my knees weak without any effort at all. But is knowing they want me, that last night really, truly meant something, enough?

“What if we wanted to change our dynamic to one that would work for you?” Lochlan asks.

My jaw drops. “I—uh…” Would they? For me? “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You haven’t asked us to.”

“Maybe not in so many words, but by telling you I don’t want to be second fiddle to either of you, let alone both of you, I may as well have.”

Lochlan nuzzles my nose. “For what it’s worth, Dex and I have already discussed the possibility of forming an equal triad with someone.”

“You have?”

“Yes. Weeks ago. Before we had any indication you reciprocated our desire for you.”

Dexter puts his arm over me and holds Lochlan’s hand. “It’s true. But we agreed it would have to be with someone special. Someone who wants us as much as we want him.”

Lochlan chuckles. “Dex thought we were searching for a unicorn.”

“A unicorn?”

“Yes. You know, a mythical beast. Something—or someone—that doesn’t exist,” Dexter replies.

I swallow the lump in my throat away. “I’m sure that special person does exist. I hope you find them someday.”

He brushes his lips over my ear. “We might have already. Unicorns love all things pastel, don’t they?”

Is—is he talking about me?

“The point we’re making is that our dynamic has worked for us and our previous partners up until now. But it has to work for everyone in the relationship. I have room in my heart to make two men my number one,” Lochlan says.

“So do I,” Dexter says.

The conviction and honesty in their voices are so palpable I believe them without hesitation or reservation. But can I see myself with more than one partner when I’ve spent my whole adult life thinking I’d settle down with one guy? Can I see myself with them beyond this moment, this room, this bed?

“How would it work? We don’t live anywhere near each other.” It’s the first thing that pops out of my mouth, probably the best answer I could have given myself.

“We don’t know where you live,” Lochlan says.

“Dagenham. I rented a tiny flat after moving out of my parents’ house. At the time, it was all I could afford. Now…”

“Now?” Dexter prompts.

“I could afford better. A lot better. But what’s the point? A bigger, nicer flat won’t change anything. Besides, it took ages to decorate my gaming room. But you live in Leeds. Two hundred miles from me. It’s not a million miles away, but it’s not close either, especially as you work shifts, Lochlan. I need to stream pretty much daily to keep my subscribers happy. Sorry.” I blow out a breath.

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart.”

“If you want to be with us, as much as we want to be with you, we can make it work,” Dexter says firmly.

“We already video chat several times a week,” Lochlan reminds me.

“Video sex is hot,” Dexter says.

Lochlan smirks. “So is phone sex.”

Heat rises to my cheeks.

“We’ll visit you. Lock can book days off during some of the school holidays.”

“You’re serious about this, aren’t you? You want to be with me?” I ask.

“So fucking much,” Lochlan says.

“Do you want to be with us?” Dexter asks.

My heart soars as I release a happy laugh. “Yes. It’s crazy and a little scary, but yes.”

They wrap their arms around me and hold me tight. Their cocks, which had softened while we’d been talking, harden again, jabbing against me and leaving trails of pre-cum on my skin. It’s the sexiest sensation in the world. My heart patters, sending blood careening to my dick. It only takes seconds for me to be as hard as them.

“What are our names?” Lochlan asks.

“Huh? Lochlan and Dexter.”

He puts a finger over my lips and stares into my eyes. “What are our names?” He moves his finger away, allowing me to speak.

“Lock and Dex?”

He grins. “Exactly.”

“Do we still have time to snuggle before your panel?” Dex asks.

“Uh…” What time is it? How long have we been talking? It can’t have been that long. We must have plenty of time.

“Let’s get hot and sweaty. Then we’ll bundle you up in the cloak and smuggle you back to your room so you can prepare for your panel,” Lock says.

“And we’ll be there in the audience. Your biggest fans,” Dex says.

“Sounds perfect,” I whisper as their hands explore my body in the most wonderful ways.