What You Need

3. Oliver

THREE

OLIVER

The second time they showed up at the club, Oliver felt more confident. Obviously they weren’t regulars, but the nerves and anxiety he’d had the first time had washed away.

He hoped they found Leon—he’d said he was there most Wednesdays. And even though the thrill of being with someone who wasn’t his husband while his husband watched was electrifying, after being taken care of so well by Leon (and after a week of very loud and frequent fantasizing about Leon specifically), he was hoping to see that heavy brow and cunning smile.

Dylan had picked his outfit for the evening, and Oliver knew it wouldn’t be very sexy peeling off the tight jeans, but he liked the mesh t-shirt. It was a little outside of his comfort zone, but he appreciated how Dylan’s eyes kept going right to his nipples. He hoped it worked the same way on Leon.

He held Dylan’s hand tightly as they made their way around the main play area, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a set of gorgeous built shoulders from behind, a tiny waist on display in jeans that were a little looser than Oliver’s.

“Thank God,” Dylan said, his gaze following Oliver’s. Leon was at the bar, talking to the bartender. Oliver was relieved Dylan was also so into Leon, because if Dylan wanted him to get fucked by a different guy every time, Oliver might not be as into it as he was with a fixed point to focus on and fantasize about.

Plus, Leon had made him come really hard, and Oliver would be lying if he said he didn’t want to experience that again.

Like he sensed them, Leon turned and caught their eyes as they walked toward him. He really was gorgeous. His short hair was gelled up and back a little, and his brown eyes were dark and hungry. He wore a leather harness over his bare chest, and it made Oliver want to get on his knees and crawl to him.

Leon beamed as they approached. “My favorite husbands,” he said, warmth in his voice as his gaze went straight to Oliver’s nipples. He licked his lips. “I sincerely hope this means you’re back for more.”

“Yes, please,” Oliver said, hearing how eager he sounded. He’d be embarrassed, but the more eager for Leon’s dick he was, the more Leon looked at him like he was a warm slice of pie with ice cream on top.

“Let me grab a room,” Leon said, heading toward the main desk to check out a key.

“He missed you,” Dylan said, stroking Oliver’s cheek with his knuckles.

“You think?”

“I think he agrees with how hot you look in this shirt.”

When Dylan had first explained how he had fantasies of other men being with Oliver while he watched, Oliver had been a little apprehensive. The fantasies were all very focused on Oliver. It didn’t make him feel like Dylan wanted to step out on their marriage, but it was different from the monogamy they’d agreed on over the years.

The dirty talk had started out tame, and the more he’d indulged in Dylan’s fantasy, the hotter it had become for him, too. They hadn’t rushed into finding someone real to help them play out their fantasies, but as Dylan’s birthday had approached, Oliver had realized Dylan had a new(-ish) car and a new phone. They’d just gone on vacation to Italy. They were fresh off of Christmas. There wasn’t anything he could think of to give Dylan.

Except his biggest fantasy.

Oliver had prepared to feel a little uncomfortable. He’d prepared for Dylan to get upset. Instead…it had been fucking hot.

Leon headed back over to them. “We got a bigger room this time,” he said winking at Oliver. In a smooth move, he scooped Oliver away from Dylan with a hand on his lower back, leading the three of them down a hall to their private room. Dylan followed behind, like the third wheel he enjoyed being so much.

Leon slid his hand around Oliver’s waist, holding him close. He had fucking butterflies. Oliver reached back blindly, and Dylan’s fingers caught his own for a moment. Every marriage looked different. This is what theirs looked like.

The room was fancy, with red mood lighting that Leon turned a little brighter, probably so Dylan could see better. The three of them were so good together already. There was a bed along one wall, with a large plush headboard that went all the way to the ceiling, with several hardpoints to attach restraints to at different heights on both sides. The couch across from the bed was red leather, and the coffee table in front of it had supplies—condoms, lube, body wipes, and towels.

Leon led Oliver over to the couch to sit down and motioned for Dylan to join them. Oliver was in the middle of the two of them, and it was giving him ideas.

Leon took one of Oliver’s hands in both of his. “I can tell by the look in your eye that you’ve been thinking about this. About what you want to do tonight.”

“Maybe,” Oliver said. He had immediate flashes of moaning Leon’s name as Dylan fucked him. About talking in length about Leon’s cock. Oliver hadn’t been able to spend all that much time with his cock, but the details didn’t matter—the idea of it did.

“Tell me what you want to do,” Leon prompted.

Oliver blushed. He’d always been a little shy about sex. After so many years with Dylan, he’d found a level of comfort he didn’t think he’d ever have with anyone.

“I want to watch you fuck him,” Dylan said, pressing his thigh against Oliver’s in support. He knew Oliver’s bashfulness intimately.

“And is that what you want, baby?” Leon asked, his question quiet and close to Oliver’s ear. It sent a shiver down his spine.

“Yes. Very much. If, uh, you want to.”

“Oh, darling. I’ve been thinking about your sweet ass all week. Any limits? If either of you want to stop at any time, we’ll stop.”

“Just be gentle with him,” Dylan said.

“Of course.” Leon pulled Oliver to his feet and guided Oliver’s arms up around his neck, and then Leon kissed him, nice and slow, his hands on Oliver’s waist to pull him in close. Leon’s lips were becoming familiar, and he sank into the feeling as Leon’s hands slipped under the bottom of his shirt to press against his skin.

They kissed for a long time, standing right in front of Dylan, and while Oliver had this beautiful slab of man consuming his senses, his mind still reached out to his husband. He thought about what he and Leon were about to do and what Dylan was about to see.

He wanted it to be as good for Dylan as possible.

Leon continued to explore his skin, finding his nipples and giving them the same kind of pinch Dylan had before they’d left home. He moaned into the kiss, feeling as Leon responded to it, his cock hardening where it pressed against Oliver.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since the second I saw you tonight. You look so fucking indecent. So beautiful.”

“You look sexy tonight too,” Oliver said, hooking a finger under the leather harness that crossed over Leon’s pecs.

“Should we take your shirt off?” Leon asked, even as he was already pulling it up and over Oliver’s head. Oliver just nodded.

He could feel Leon’s eyes on him as they scanned down his chest. Leon tossed the shirt next to Dylan on the couch and started on the button fly of Oliver’s jeans. Oliver took a peek behind him, where Dylan was palming himself through his pants, mouth open as he watched what was happening. He gave Oliver a little raise of his eyebrows—a shared moment of disbelief that this was their life.

Leon slid Oliver’s pants down, his hands smoothing over Oliver’s ass as he peeled the denim off him. Oliver stepped out of his pants, using Leon’s shoulder for balance, and Leon tossed them into the pile he was creating before coming back for Oliver’s briefs. They were sleek and white and showed the outline of his erection clearly. Leon ran the back of one knuckle down the line of Oliver’s bulge before ridding him of his underwear. This time, though, he tossed the underwear straight to Dylan instead of adding them to the pile of Oliver’s clothes. He gave him a wink, and Oliver glanced back again to see Dylan holding the bundle of Oliver’s underwear up to his nose, inhaling deep.

“Go get on the bed, darling,” Leon said, giving Oliver’s ass a little pat.

Oliver crawled onto the bed, lying on his stomach and facing the couch. He popped his ass up a bit, just to be something nice to look at, his eyes on both of the men in the room with him.

Leon said something to Dylan quietly enough that Oliver couldn’t hear as he casually took his own pants off. Commando again. Leon was well endowed, and as good as his dick felt in Oliver’s mouth, he knew it was going to feel even better in his ass. Leon grabbed a condom and some lube and climbed onto the bed. He tossed the supplies to the side and covered Oliver’s body with his own, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Leon was heavy and warm, and then gone again in a second as he propped himself up enough to give Oliver space to flip over, Leon coaxing him onto his back.

“Hi,” he said, one finger tipping Oliver’s chin up to meet his eyes.

“Hi,” Oliver returned, feeling a little shy.

His nerves eased a little when Leon kissed him again, taking things slowly and letting Oliver get comfortable. Leon’s kisses were languid and soft. Almost sweet. Oliver hadn’t expected coming to a sex club and being treated so tenderly. He thought it would feel transactional. Instead, he felt cared for.

Leon kissed down to his jaw, giving it a little nip before sucking kisses on his neck. “What do you think Dylan would think of me leaving marks on you?”

“Dylan would be fine with it,” Dylan said, a bit of a croak in his voice that let Oliver know he wouldn’t just be fine with it. He would be obsessed with whatever marks Leon left until they faded.

Leon flicked that predatory smile up at Dylan once more before sealing his lips over Oliver’s collarbone.

Oliver let out a groan and laced his fingers in the short hair on the back of Leon’s head. Leon stopped sucking for a second to lave his tongue over the spot he was marking before going back to it, in a slightly different spot. Then he moved to the other side. It was almost painful, but it was like Leon knew he was here to fuel something between Oliver and Dylan, and he was good at knowing exactly what would get them going.

Oliver wondered what his experience with situations like theirs was.

When he was finally satisfied, he moved his lips down to one of Oliver’s nipples, smiling around the bud as Oliver gasped.

“These are sensitive,” Leon observed, flicking his tongue over one of them while he played with the other between his fingertips.

“Yes,” Oliver gasped, squirming underneath him. He was so hard, and all he wanted was a little relief.

“Can you come from just this?”

“Sometimes.”

“You could make him,” Dylan interjected. Leon looked up at him and smiled.

“Yeah, I probably could.” Oliver loved how cocky Leon sounded. “But not tonight. Later, though, I expect to get my chance, all right?”

“Yes, Sir,” Oliver said, a shiver of desire flooding him. He liked being a little submissive. Just the words Yes, Sir in his mouth turned him on.

“Good boy,” Leon praised, going back to sucking on his nipples. Oliver’s nipples got puffy when given enough attention, which he used to be self-conscious about. But Dylan loved them enough for both of them, and Leon couldn’t leave them alone either, his tongue flicking and swirling over them, teeth biting into Oliver’s flesh just enough for erotic stimulation but not enough to hurt.

“Fuck, I’m obsessed. So pretty.” Leon smiled, making slow circles with a fingertip around a nipple in the spit he’d left behind, the teasing touch and cooling air making Oliver thrust his hips, begging for any attention.

“We’re getting there,” Leon said and kept moving down Oliver’s body.

Leon kissed and nipped at Oliver’s skin, dragging his nose down the path of his pubic hair to the base of his dick. Without a condom on, he wouldn’t be sucking it, but he gave Oliver a few strokes to relieve him a bit before patting his hip. “Time to flip over, darling.”

Oliver flipped back over, carefully adjusting his erection underneath him as he went. He bit his lip and looked at Dylan, who had unzipped his pants and was massaging himself through his underwear. He’d told Oliver how hard it was to keep from coming the last time and had worried about how long he’d last tonight.

Dylan let out a breath as Leon helped arrange a pillow under Oliver’s hips. Oliver took a look over his shoulder at Leon, who spread Oliver’s cheeks and looked intently at the pucker hiding there. Oliver had cleaned himself up, and he’d considered prepping himself before they left, but he wanted to feel Leon’s fingers in him. His bet that Leon would be gentle seemed to be true, as he leaned down to nip at one of Oliver’s ass cheeks.

“You have the juiciest little peach,” Leon said, then licking a stripe over his hole.

Oliver jolted, surprised, but Leon held him still as his tongue laved over his hole.

“Is that okay, baby?” Leon asked, his hot breath ghosting over Oliver’s sensitive skin.

“Yes,” Oliver said, nearly begging.

Leon didn’t stop to chat. He just put his tongue back to work, licking and teasing Oliver as he squirmed, his cock hard enough that it ached. Oliver was sure he was getting precome all over the pillow below him. He could feel the damp spot he was creating as his hips acted of their own accord, chasing the stimulation on his cock and the pleasure of Leon’s mouth on his hole. Even Leon’s beard, which was just long enough to be soft, was driving him crazy.

Leon pressed his tongue into him, and the moan he let out was pleasantly slutty. Sometimes his own moans turned him on just as much as someone else’s. This experience was heightened in every way, and it brought an extra shine to every aspect.

“I could come like this,” Oliver warned, both a compliment and a request for Leon to stop. He wanted to come on Leon’s cock, not his tongue.

Leon smacked one last kiss over his hole, then up to his lower back as a lubed finger smoothly replaced his tongue.

“Can’t have that. How are you feeling?”

“So good,” Oliver said, his vocabulary going out the window. Leon’s finger was thick and calloused and felt just as good going into him as it felt when he teased his nipples or tipped his chin up for a kiss.

Oliver’s focus had shifted to Leon, despite Dylan being right in front of him, and as Leon worked a second finger into him, he set his sights back on his husband. Oliver wasn’t sure he would want to experience the other side of this. He and Dylan unequivocally belonged to each other. He wasn’t doing this because he wanted to have sex with someone else. Oliver was doing it because Dylan wanted him to have sex with someone else. And Dylan’s pleasure was his pleasure.

Leon curled his fingers as he worked Oliver open, hitting his prostate and pulling a moan from his mouth involuntarily. His eyes fluttered shut.

“I really want your cock,” Oliver begged.

“Whose cock do you want?” Leon prompted. Dylan’s glassy eyes were no longer looking at Oliver. They were looking above him, at the muscled man who had his fingers inside of Oliver.

“Yours, Leon,” Oliver panted. Dylan’s eyes dropped back down to his, their gazes locking together. “Leon, please fuck me.”

Dylan was breathing as hard as Oliver was as Leon slid his fingers out of Oliver and opened the condom. He coaxed Oliver onto his back again, pressing his thighs back and spreading him open. He felt so on display, even though Leon was naked too, except for the harness.

Why was the harness so fucking sexy?

On his back, Oliver couldn’t see Dylan anymore. All he could see was Leon. Oliver looked between their bodies as Leon rocked his dick against the crease of Oliver’s ass, not quite catching his hole, but also not really trying to. He was teasing.

No. He was waiting for Oliver to beg him.

“Please, Leon. Please fuck me. I need your cock. I need it so bad.” It wasn’t even a lie. He was so worked up, so turned on.

“I love how you ask so nicely. You are such a good boy.”

The praise shot straight through Oliver. His skin was prickly, and he was only able to think about how soon Leon was going to make him come. Leon reached down to steady his cock, and then he pressed in so, so slowly.

Oliver moaned so loudly anyone outside of their room would have thought he was faking. He wasn’t. Leon’s cock was thicker than Dylan’s, even if they were about the same length, and the immediate pressure on his prostate made his head swim.

“That’s right. That’s how you moan on my cock.” Leon rocked in gently, pulling out just a fraction of an inch before pressing a little farther in each time. Oliver could not stay quiet, each movement punching a sound out from his vocal cords.

Leon kept up his slow rocking when he was finally fully seated, moving his hips in a circular grind. It was so fucking delicious that Oliver gave in to the feeling, no longer worried about putting on a show or acting any kind of way. Leon used a couple of fingers to gently pinch the head of Oliver’s cock, and Oliver cried out. He was close, and they had barely started.

Leon already knew his tells, though, and circled his fingers around the base of Oliver’s cock.

“You gotta hold on for me, baby. I have a whole lot of fucking left to do.”

Oliver didn’t understand anyone who didn’t like dirty talk. He was molten lava after Leon said anything.

But as good as Leon’s dick felt, Oliver needed more. He reached up to hook a couple fingers under Leon’s harness and pulled him close. Leon came easily, folding himself over Oliver’s body without so much as a stutter in his sensuous thrusts. He rested his forehead against Oliver’s.

“Do you need a kiss, darling?”

“Yes,” Oliver said, leaning up to accept his kiss. Leon pulled away a little.

“You need to ask me.”

“Please kiss me.”

“Please kiss you because?”

“I need it.”

“You need my kisses more than anything else?”

“Yes,” Oliver panted, Leon’s cock still moving inside of him. Oliver’s dick was hard, and with Leon over him like this, he was getting some much-needed friction against his abs.

“Tell me I’m the only one you want to kiss,” Leon said, and something in Oliver’s brain stuttered to a halt. He didn’t know how to answer. Obviously, it was a lie. But this one felt like…like he might hurt Dylan with it. He would never forgive himself if he did anything to hurt Dylan.

“Tell him, baby,” Dylan encouraged, giving Oliver permission. Okay. It was all part of the scene.

“You’re the only one I want to kiss,” Oliver said, and finally Leon dipped down to press a bruising kiss to his lips as he thrust his hips faster and harder.

Oliver wrapped his arms around Leon’s neck and his legs around Leon’s waist, at Leon’s mercy as he fucked into him.

Leon shifted the two of them sideways a little, giving Dylan a better view of his cock entering Oliver, and when Oliver glanced over again, Dylan had his cock out. It was angry red, and he noticed Dylan had taken his shirt off this time to avoid the come disaster all over his clothes.

He was beautiful, his eyes fixed on where Leon was thrusting into Oliver.

“I wanna come,” Oliver begged. “Please make me come, Leon.”

“Whose dick is the only dick you can come on?”

“Yours. I can only come on your cock, Leon,” Oliver said.

“That’s right, baby,” Leon said, taking one of Oliver’s hands from his neck and wrapping it around Oliver’s cock while he pistoned his hips faster into Oliver. The extra pressure of Leon’s thick cock finally became too much. Oliver furiously stroked his erection, feeling how rock hard he became right before the rush of his orgasm hit. When he came, he felt it down to his toes, his whole body tingling as Leon continued to thrust into him.

Over on the couch, Dylan’s cock was still rock hard, like he was trying to hang on for as long as he could.

Leon’s thrusts kept coming, as all the tension left Oliver’s body. He was a rag doll, energy completely spent.

Leon pulled out and flipped him over, pressing back in and gripping his hips hard, probably adding to the marks already on Oliver’s body. After thirty more seconds of thrusting, he pulled out again, ripped his condom off, and stroked himself until his come splashed across Oliver’s ass and lower back.

Oliver let out a little whimper, his soft dick twitching, wanting more.

He felt Leon drag a finger through the come on his ass and watched Dylan tip over the edge, his orgasm as eruptive as before, head tipping back to rest on the couch, eyes closed, as his hips thrust up into his hand.

Oliver was covered in come. His on his chest and stomach. Leon’s on his ass. Leon found some body wipes and carefully cleaned up the mess on his ass before flipping him over to pay attention to his stomach.

“Someday, I don’t want to have to wipe my come off your ass,” Leon said, leaning in to kiss Oliver again.

Oliver loved kissing. He loved the pillow talk that came after sex. His body was loose and light, and when Leon pulled him against his chest for a little cuddle, he went easily.

Oliver had never had sex with someone who wasn’t Dylan, and it didn’t feel half as strange as he thought it would. Even though he’d played up wanting Leon’s cock in his dirty talk with Dylan and had happily agreed to get fucked, there was a part of him that had worried he would lose something special between him and Dylan. That Leon would fuck him, and he would feel like he cheated on his husband.

Instead, he felt…kind of nice.

Leon pulled one of Oliver’s thighs over his own legs, bent at the knee, as his fingers found Oliver’s used hole. Leon was doing this for Dylan’s benefit, playing with him to show Dylan how well he fucked his husband. Oliver shivered and let out a little mewl.

Leon held him for longer than he had the first time, as he played with his hole and smoothed his hands over his skin. Their kisses were slow and indulgent, and if Oliver didn’t have to eventually go home, he could have easily fallen asleep in Leon’s arms.

“You are so perfect,” Leon whispered between kisses.

Dylan worshiped the ground Oliver walked on. Oliver knew that between the two of them, Oliver was the one who got deferred to. He was the prince of their castle, Dylan said. Oliver got what Oliver wanted. Which was why it was so nice to be able to give Dylan what he wanted, while also feeling cherished by the man doing the cucking.

Oliver could hear Dylan cleaning up behind them, zipping his pants up, pulling his shirt back on. Oliver both didn’t want the moment to end and was also excited to go home and have some one-on-one time to debrief and fuck about it.

Leon had a wonderful dick that had made him come very hard, but there was nothing like husband dick.

“You’re falling asleep on me, baby,” Leon whispered, soft and intimate. Leon was so tender.

“Do you have a partner?” Oliver asked, unable to fathom how someone wouldn’t want to lock this man down.

Leon laughed softly. “No, baby. I’m single.”

“That doesn’t make sense to me,” he said, post-orgasm honest.

“Well, darling, it just means I’m available at your beck and call, doesn’t it?”

“Does it?”

Leon kissed him again, wet and sensual. “I would happily take this ass any day of the week, any time.” He gave Oliver’s ass a squeeze with a hand that seemed designed by God to fit perfectly around the soft curve of one of his cheeks. “You just let me know. Actually, you two aren’t members here, right? You just get day passes?”

“Yeah.”

“How bout we exchange numbers and save you two some cash?” It was a sweet offer. A day pass was expensive, and there was a waiting list to join for real.

Oliver looked over his shoulder at Dylan, who nodded.

“Okay, yeah. We’d like that.”

Their time was nearly up, so Leon helped Oliver out of bed, and Dylan helped him put his clothes back on, steadying him as he shook. It took Leon seconds to pull his jeans back on. He handed Oliver his phone, and Oliver put both of their numbers in, starting a group text with the three of them so they’d have Leon’s number as well.

“Do you want to stick around a bit? It’s fun to watch the public scenes.”

It was late already on a work night, but Oliver didn’t want to go home yet—and Oliver got what he wanted. Dylan nodded, and once again, Leon’s hand found Oliver’s waist, proprietarily.

There was a shibari demo happening, and some free couch space that surrounded the play area, and Leon easily guided Oliver into his lap. Dylan sat next to them, and Leon put an arm around his shoulders.

“Oliver would look good like that, wouldn’t he?” Leon asked Dylan, his thumb stroking Oliver’s waist under his mesh shirt. The tied-up man’s cock was red and weeping, and he was crying, overwhelmed as his Dom gently dangled the ends of a flogger over his erection. He was tied up in a way that made Oliver think he wouldn’t be able to come.

“Yeah, he would,” Dylan agreed, looking up at Oliver with the loosest, happiest face. He put a hand on Oliver’s shin, and something about the three of them being together like that, sexual but nonsexual, felt right.

Oliver really hoped that Leon’s offer to see them outside of the club was real.

After watching the demo for a bit, Leon walked them out of the club once more, giving Oliver half a dozen goodbye kisses and pulling Dylan into an unexpected hug. The camaraderie of liking to fuck the same man, Oliver guessed. Regardless, he’d take it.