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.”