Chapter 31 Avery
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Avery
We started with homework.
I knew there were a lot of kinks out there. Truly, I did. And I had a lot of them. But my god, Levi had four pages worth for the three of us to work through.
“This counts as edging,” I said as I continued to fill mine out.
“It definitely does,” Mateo agreed.
Of the three of us, Levi was the most pleased with the spreadsheets. The more I got to know him, the more I saw a man made up of different parts. And the more parts I saw, the more I thought—I’m gonna fall for him.
Choking. Yes. Bondage. Yes. Ball gags. Yes. Floggers. Yes? I think? Fisting. That kind of scared me and turned me on at the same time.
Levi cleared his throat and closed his folder. “Mine is updated.”
I looked up at him. We were in my living room, the three of us spread out—because if we sat too close, those sheets were never getting filled out.
“Mine is almost there, but we’re in no rush,” Mateo said. His brows pulled together and he kept adjusting his seating, the same way Levi was.
Both of them were hard. I was wet. Drenched, actually.
Double penetration. I lingered on that one. Not because I didn’t want it, but because the idea of them both being inside of me at the same time sounded hot.
I had a few NOs on here. Like degradation. That wasn’t going to do it for me. Praise, while hard to hear at times, turned me on. I liked knowing I was doing a good job. I liked feeling safe in my desires.
I checked the last box and then added my sheets to the coffee table next to Levi’s. Mateo peeked at the two of us over the top of his folder, raising a brow.
“Both of you are such good students.”
See? That made me whimper and blush.
Mateo’s pen marked the last box and he leaned forward, grabbing our sheets and lining them up so we could compare. I got to my knees on the floor, looking down at them and quickly scanning.
“We have a lot in common,” Levi said softly.
“We do,” I whispered.
Mateo nodded, quiet as he read through. “Levi, you like degradation? And Avery, you don’t. That makes sense.”
“I don’t think I would,” I said. “But it wouldn’t bother me to be around it. Like if you wanted to do that with Levi while I’m here, I’d think it was hot. I just think my feelings would get hurt if it were directed toward me.”
Levi dragged his chair as close to the coffee table as he could, our heads together. “I like it a lot,” he said. “I like praise too. A mix of both turns me on.”
Mateo nodded as he continued to scan. “Okay. This was very helpful, and I think we should make an online version too, so we can update it over time. But, this gives me a plan for tonight.”
“It did?” Excitement made my heart leap.
“It did.” His mustache tugged as he smirked. He leaned back on the couch and then patted his hand on the cushion. “Join me, both of you. Avery, I want you in the middle.”
“Yes, Sir.” I got up, my legs feeling like jelly. I’d been thinking about this moment for weeks, and now that it was happening, I was nervous and excited.
I shifted around the coffee table and sat down on the middle cushion. Levi joined us, taking the one to my right. I’d been wearing my latex body suit all evening, but suddenly I was a lot more aware.
Sitting between Levi and Mateo on the couch, every part of my body was fully conscious of every part of theirs.
Aware of Levi’s hand as it settled on my thigh, the way he squeezed me and how his touch bolted desire straight to my pussy.
Aware of the way Mateo reached up to circle the side of my neck with his thumb, rubbing a spot I loved to have kissed.
My breath hitched and my cheeks burned like I was running a fever.
After Mateo’s sexy little monologue, we’d cleaned up the kitchen fast. I’d taken a moment to text June and Evie to beg them to run interference if it looked like Dallas or Austin might try to stop by one of our places.
And those two, being the best wingwomen alive, had somehow gotten those two knuckleheads to turn on their locations so they could monitor them while I got my back broken by their best friends.
Jesus Christ. I’d have some explaining to do if—when—they found out about us.
But all of those worries whooshed out in a breath the moment Levi reached up slowly and crooked his finger beneath my chin. He tilted my head as he leaned down. Oh my god, I’m going to kiss him. Panic and excitement laced together as Mateo continued to draw those circles at the base of my neck.
Levi’s lips pressed against mine. A soft groan left him, his grip on my thigh tightening. The pressure of his fingertips turned me on. There was something about being grabbed by him like this that made me desperate.
Fuck. A whimper caught in my throat as I parted my lips for him. His tongue swiped against mine, devouring me in a hungry kiss. He drew back right as Mateo tightened his grip on my neck and Levi turned my head toward him.
Mateo kissed me next. I sank between the two of them, my head spinning as they passed my kisses back and forth.
Levi to Mateo to Levi until the taste of them blended together like a fine wine.
I stole breaths between each heavy kiss, every thought blanking as I focused on the present. On kissing them. Being with them.
Levi kissed me once more but then knotted his fingers in my hair, holding me in place as his gaze landed on Mateo. I watched through a hooded gaze as Mateo swayed forward and they kissed next. Fuck.
Mateo looked at me. “Too much?”
“What?” I rasped.
“You made a sound.”
Had I? I was so lost in watching them, I had no idea what sort of sounds I was making. “I’m so turned on right now I feel drunk.”
“Me too,” Levi said. “I don’t want to rush things, but . . .”
“I do,” I said simply. I was two seconds from ripping the damn apron and lingerie off and jumping them. “I want both of you. I want this.”
“I do too,” Mateo said, turning his gaze back to Levi.
He nodded. “Yes. A hundred percent yes. I should have brought lube and condoms over . . .”
“I have some,” Mateo said. “Let’s move to the bedroom. I’ll go grab my bag.”
“Are you going to spank me, Sir?” I asked
Mateo knotted his fingers in my hair and gave me a pull. I squeaked, that feeling like gasoline on a flame. “If you behave,” he growled.
“More,” I whispered, meeting his gaze.
I wanted him to pull harder.
“Dammit, Avery,” he mumbled, standing up with a full hard-on in his boxer briefs. “Bedroom. Both of you. Now.”
“Yes, Sir,” we said together.