22. Greedy
Chapter 22
Greedy
It takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to reach down and squeeze my throbbing erection.
Spence knows it, too, based on the way he’s taunting me as he pleasures Levi like his own personal fuck toy.
He’s my fuck toy, too, dammit.
“Garrett, tell him how sexy he looks, writhing in my lap while I stroke his massive cock.”
I can’t. I won’t do it.
I bite my tongue and fight back a moan.
Shit.
I did not expect the night to take this sort of turn when Spence suggested we relax in the hot tub.
Hunter, Si, Joze, and Kendrick are at the Combine for the weekend.
Locke, Kylian, and Decker are at the cabin, like they planned. No one else is expected on the isle until Sunday. Even if someone was approaching, we’d see the lights from the boat cutting across the lake long before they arrived.
We’re utterly alone.
Heat and desire stir in my core, heating deep inside me, burning hotter by the second.
Levi and Kabir are going at it like animals.
Resisting, I ball my hands into fists so tight the blunt ends of my nails dig into my palms.
Resist. Resist. Resist.
“Fuck, this throat is sexy.” Spence grips Levi’s curls and uses his hold on my boyfriend to turn his head to one side, exposing the thick veins and tendons framing his Adam’s apple.
He licks a line up Levi’s neck, his eyes locked on me as he does. “Tell him his throat is sexy, Garrett.”
Levi whimpers—he fucking whimpers—and I lose it.
With an angry thrash, I clamor out of the water and sit on the ledge.
Cold air licks at my skin. Shivers rack up and down my spine.
Good. Maybe the frigid air will quell the inferno searing through my veins.
“Kabir,” Levi groans, making a half-assed attempt to escape the other man’s hold.
They’re sitting back to chest, facing me. I can’t see exactly what’s happening under the bubbles, but I can fucking picture it based on the way my boyfriend keeps thrusting forward.
His Royal Highness probably has his fancy ring-clad fist wrapped as tight as it’ll go around Levi’s cock. Does he know how much he likes having his tip squeezed? Or that if he pulls on his sac, he’ll leak precum?
I should be the one pleasuring him.
I want it to be me .
“What?” Kabir gives Levi a mock innocent look. “Do you want me to stop, Champ?” He latches on to his neck and sucks.
I’m struck with a phantom sensation, as if he’s biting me instead. In response, pleasure zips straight through my balls.
Levi groans, shutters his eyes closed, and curses. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I should leave. Let them have this moment. Give them some privacy.
But no matter what the logical side of my brain tells me to do, I can’t walk away. Hell, I can’t even look away as my boyfriend and his lover work each other into a frenzy.
“Garrett.”
Head snapping up, I search Kabir’s face through the steam. The lights from the tub shine on it in an eerie, erotic way.
“Safe words are always available, even for an observer,” he reminds me. “Say red, and it all ends, full stop.”
Blood rushes in my ears.
Fuck .
I appreciate the reminder, but despite what logic tells me, I don’t want either of them to fucking stop.
I clear my throat and wait until Spence focuses on me again. “And if I don’t want to be just an observer?”
Levi’s eyes fly open.
Spence gifts me his most devilish grin. “Why don’t you swim over here and see for yourself?”
I slice through the water—arousal and desire fueling each slick step I take.
Nothing’s changed. I am who I am and I feel what I feel. My attraction is solely focused on the two people I love most.
But seeing one of them being pleasured like this? By someone else? Twists me up inside. I’m aching to contribute, to make him feel good, too.
Kabir trails a line of kisses up and down Levi’s neck.
With hazy eyes, Leev watches me as I approach. “You’re sure?” he croaks.
“So fucking sure,” I promise.
Kabir lifts his head, his brows pulled low. “Are you taking over or tapping in for a teamwork scenario?”
“Teamwork.” The decision is an easy one. I want in, and I want to do it together.
“Have you let your boyfriend claim your ass yet, Champ?”
Body going still, Levi peers up at me, clarity returning to his expression. “Not yet.”
“But you want him inside you, I presume?”
Fuck. I palm my cock through my swim trunks, staving off the little pulses of pleasure that are already rolling through my length.
“Have me, G. Fucking make me yours.”
I step up close, pressing my bare chest against Levi’s and sucking on the tender spot on his neck Kabir has been particularly fascinated with.
“You’re sure?” The question is a hopeful prayer spoken directly into his skin.
He tips his head back onto Spence’s shoulder and sighs. “So fucking sure.”
My legs bump into the Brit’s as I trail kisses down Levi’s chest.
“You’ll help me?” My words are quiet, tentative, but I need Spence’s consent for what I have planned for our boy.
He nods, his grin mischievous, but his eyes sincere.
“I’ve never done this before,” I confess. “I don’t know how to prep him, or—”
I rear back. Shit. We don’t have any lube.
“Here.” Spence holds out a small plastic bottle before I can even articulate my concern.
The man came prepared. Can’t fault him for that.
All the jealousy and turmoil I felt moments ago seeps out of me and drifts away like the steam rising off the tub. Levi wants me to fuck him. Spence is willing to help me.
With shaking hands, I grip Levi’s neck and lean over to whisper in his ear. “Turn around, baby. Let me see the tight ass I’m about to claim.”
With a fierce kiss to my lips, he stands, turns, and straddles Kabir.
Only now does it hit me that I’m going to have to get extremely close to Spence to make this work.
Surprisingly, I’m okay with that. It’s reassuring, knowing he’s here with us. He has way more experience with anal than I do, and I trust him for guidance if I need it.
“First, you want to play a little,” he says, his hands in Levi’s hair. “Tease his hole with your fingers or your tongue. Make him pucker and clench around nothing for a while.”
Levi groans, and mentally, I’m right there with him. This is going to be the most exquisite kind of torture.
As instructed, I trace one finger between Levi’s cheeks, making long sweeps between his legs so I can choke his cock in my fist, too. All the while, he makes sounds of pleasure, groans and grunts and heavy sighs. Each one spurs me on.
Eventually, I feel brave enough to spread the globes of his ass and swirl my tongue around his hole. With a hiss, he jolts, but a heartbeat later, he sinks back onto my tongue, desperate for more.
I take my time, teasing him like Kabir said, alternating licks and probes of my tongue with long, tight strokes of his heavy cock.
Levi clings to Spence, whimpering into his neck and occasionally kissing him on the mouth while I eat his ass. When I pierce him with my tongue and lap at his tight little hole as it clenches and opens ever-so-slightly for me, his whole body spasms.
“Fuck, G. I could come just like this.”
No. No fucking way.
I abandon his ass, grip the damp hair at his nape, and pull his head to the side so I have access to his throat and mouth. “Not a chance. You’re coming with my cock buried to the hilt inside this perfect ass, or you’re not coming at all.”
With a chuckle, Kabir snags the lube from where I abandoned it on the side of the tub and holds it out.
“Allow me to hold him open for you.” Ring-clad fingers dig into the meat of Levi’s ass cheeks as he spreads him wide open.
I savor the fucking sight while I coat my fingers with lube. With one to start, I ease past the tight ring of muscle.
Levi breathes through the intrusion, and Kabir murmurs praise in his ear. When he starts to rock back on my hand, I add a second finger.
Levi quickly acclimates, his curses loud and needy. “More,” he tells me, voice husky, and peers over his shoulder.
Kabir continues to hold him open. I savor the sight, commit this to memory, and take my sweet fucking time swirling my fingers inside the man I love.
“More like this?” I tease. Head lowered, I run the tip of my tongue around the pleated opening. “Or more like this?” I add a third finger, then thread my free hand between his legs and gently tug on his balls.
“Fuck me, G. Please. I need more of you. I want all of you. I need you in my ass, now .”
I pull back and peer over his shoulder. I think he’s ready. I know I’m more than ready. But I don’t want to rush things. I need to make sure I get this right. Focused on Spence, I ask, “Is he—”
Kabir chuckles darkly and cuts me off before I get the question out. “If he’s begging for your cock, then give him your fucking cock.”
Fuck. Yes. This is it.
I remove my fingers, drench my length with lube, and give it a few quick strokes. For good measure, I squirt a bit more around Levi’s asshole, too.
Nerves erupt in my gut. This is a first for me, but it’s not for him. Concerns about pleasing him swamp me. I just want to make him feel good—
“G. I swear to god. If you’re gonna overthink it, I’ll ask Spence to fuck me instead.”
My gut clenches in response to his threat. Fuck no.
With more intensity than I intended, I slam into him. Those simple words were what I needed to snap out of my mini spiral and force myself back to this moment, where my boyfriend’s begging me to fill his ass and fuck him for the first time.
“Is this what you wanted, Leev?” I rasp. “For me to claim you?”
“Yes. Fuck . Yes. Right there. That’s perfect.”
I pull out, then drive right back into his ass, entranced by the sight of his body taking me so well. I maintain my pace and focus on the angle at which I’m railing him. If he says it’s perfect, then I won’t change a thing. Each thrust of my cock into his tight channel is bliss. Every time I pull out, I miss him, miss it, miss us .
“You feel incredible.” I slide a hand up his damp chest and grip his throat as I fuck him. “You feel so fucking good on my cock, Leev.”
He clenches around me, and I see stars. Stars and moons and brilliant light.
“Do that again,” I beg.
He does. Over and over, using his tight ass to choke my dick, giving me pleasure even though I’m the one fucking him.
“Baby, can you come like this?” I grit out.
I’m close. Embarrassingly close. I can’t wait to blow my whole fucking load deep inside him, then watch the remnants drip out when I pull back.
He has to get there first. I’ll do whatever it takes.
“Keep hitting that spot.” He gyrates, matching me stroke for stroke. “I’m close.”
“Want me to fill him up on this end?” Kabir asks. He could easily shift up onto the side of the hot tub and choke Levi with his cock.
A burst of liquid heat courses through me. Fuck. As much as I like the idea of spit roasting my boyfriend with his lover, I want it to be just the two of us this time.
“No. Don’t touch his cock, either. I want to make him come like this.”
I slam into him hard, driving as deep as I can get over and over again. Our breathing hastens. Our balls slap together, sending extra sparks of pleasure and pain with each strike. I’m dangerously close to careening over the edge, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.
Finally, Levi whimpers, “G,” and my body seizes.
“Let go for me, Leev. Come, then I’ll fill you up.”
He collapses into Kabir’s arms, his body spasming and convulsing with pleasure.
I unload in his ass, wave after violent wave coursing through me, my desire erupting.
When we’re both well and truly spent, I pull back and take in his gaping, empty hole, watch the rim of it spasm with pleasure and the first drips of cum leak out.
Palming his ass, I bend low and kiss the place we were just joined. “Hold it in for me, baby.”
Instantly, he clenches.
“Good boy.” I kiss his puckered hole once more.
“Got a bit of a breeding kink going there, Garrett?”
Straightening, I shoot Kabir a deadpan glare. “That, or I don’t want to pay to have Decker Crusade’s hot tub deep cleaned. It’s a couple hundred bucks to fully drain and sanitize one this size. Did you know that, Spence?”
His eyes flare in realization.
Yeah, fucker. I saw what you did in my hot tub at the cabin last month .
“I know now,” he concedes. “And thankfully, I caught most of this one’s load as well.” With a smug smirk, he points to a white-streaked towel sitting on the edge.
Well played. Well played, indeed.
Levi’s cheeks are bright red and his eyes are shining when he turns to face me. “That was incredible.” He presses a hard kiss to my mouth.
With a groan, I open and sweep my tongue against his. “Leev, I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
He beams, his expression full of pride and affection. Fuck. I want to make him smile like that for the rest of our lives.
“I love you, too.” The moment the last word is out, a yawn catches him by surprise.
“Come on, you two.” Kabir’s already out of the hot tub, a towel wrapped low around his waist. He didn’t get off, I realize. But based on his calm expression, he isn’t overly concerned about it. “Let’s go to bed.”
We sleep out of order without Hunter here. But for maybe the first time since we got here, the three of us are all in bed at the same time.
Levi barely made it out of the shower before he passed out, crashing in the middle of the mattress. I took my time washing, reminiscing about tonight and fantasizing about doing it again, but this time with Hunter, too.
Spence was last to shower and last to bed.
He crawled in on the other side of Levi and immediately unlocked his phone. From here, it’s obvious he’s opened the tracking app he uses for all of us.
“You really should tell her.”
Hunter still doesn’t know about the tracker Spence put under her skin. It doesn’t sit well with me that Levi and I are aware of it, but she isn’t.
With a sigh, he gives the screen one more wistful glance. Then he sets the device on the nightstand and rolls onto his side, setting his sights on me.
He brushes one of Levi’s damp curls off his forehead, the gesture so tender and natural I’m not sure he realizes he did it. It calms me, knowing that Levi has him, too. Sure, jealousy rears its ugly head sometimes, and I don’t always know how to navigate what we’re doing, but Levi deserves this kind of love. I want him to have it all.
“You never thought of chasing after her when she left for London?” Spence asks, still mindlessly playing with Levi’s hair.
A grimace crosses my face before I can stop it.
“Wait. You did pursue her, didn’t you?” Kabir guesses.
“Technically, no.” I heave out a long breath. “But I bought a plane ticket three separate times that fall. I sat on the bench the entire football season. I couldn’t get my head in the game. I bombed two midterms and had to drop those classes to save my GPA and maintain athletic eligibility. Oh. And one night, I got piss-ass drunk, shaved my head as part of a Shore Week dare, and got a scalp tattoo.”
“A what ?” He gapes at me, wide-eyed.
“A scalp tattoo.” My heart thumps painfully. Why the hell am I telling him this? Not even Levi and Hunter know my secret. “It’s a scorpion. Right here.” I brush enough of my hair back to reveal the hints of black ink that extend from my temple to behind my ear.
“What the hell does that have to do with Hunter?” Spence presses.
Good fucking question. It was stupid to do it, but I was young and I was so heartbroken I couldn’t see straight. I didn’t know what else to do with my grief. I couldn’t move on. I thought tattooing a lethal scorpion surrounded by arrows would somehow give me the closure I so desperately needed.
I was wrong.
“Do you know why I call her Tem?”
“Not a clue.”
“It’s short for Artemis.”
“The Hunter.” He smirks. “Clever boy.”
I fight back a smile. “Legend goes that Artemis fell in love with Orion, but mortals and gods couldn’t be together, so they were doomed from the start.”
“Star-crossed lovers?”
“More like the moon and her star. Artemis is goddess of the hunt, but also goddess of the moon.”
Spence tilts his head and hums. “And here we have Sione calling her Mahina.”
“Exactly. There are several canons of the mythology, but in one version, Artemis unknowingly strikes Orion with her arrow and kills him outright. In another, he died because he jumped in front of a scorpion to save her and her mother.”
This time, Spence’s reaction is much more measured. “Did you just mansplain Greek mythology to me, Garrett?”
“I mean—”
Spence eyes me playfully. “I was taught that Orion was so boastful and braggadocios, he wouldn’t shut up about his ability to kill all living creatures on the planet. So Gaia sent the scorpion to eliminate him as a threat once and for all.”
Damn. Of course the British billionaire with his fancy prep schools and higher education knows more about mythology than me.
“Potato, pa-tah-toe?” I offer with a shrug.
That makes him snort. “Sure, Garrett. If it helps you justify your impulse scalp tattoo , I’ll gladly prescribe to your version of the story.”
For a long moment, we’re silent, nothing but Levi’s soft snores rising and falling between us. I try to settle in for the night, but it’s no use. I can’t shake the feeling I might not have a chance like this again anytime soon, so I go for it.
“Hey, Spence?”
“Yes, Garrett?”
I lie flat on my back, keeping my gaze laser-focused on the ceiling. “I never imagined sharing her with anyone. But seeing how thoroughly and devotedly you love both of them, I couldn’t imagine it being any other way.”
His response is a contented hum that sends a peaceful warmth flowing through me. The love we share isn’t about the two of us at all: it’s about the two people we both love. I see that now. I see so clearly how we can work in tandem, support each other, and love them both, together.