Chapter 18
Linden
Yep, I was dead. Slayed. Hugh did that. Feeling his cock against mine, sliding over the sensitive nerves, had my body feeling like it was literally on fire. I clung to Atlas as hard as he clung to me, both of us barely hanging on.
He panted hot breath into my neck, and his fingers dug into my shoulders. Every once in a while, a soft mewling sound escaped him.
“Are you okay?” I whispered to make sure he wasn’t in pain. I had a feeling he’d stick it out for us, even if he were. That wouldn’t do at all.
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
He huffed onto my skin, making it more sweaty. “Yes.”
This was the closest I’d ever been to Hugh, and I didn’t know how I felt about it.
Was I turned on? Yeah, fucking more than I’d ever been.
So much so that I could barely move. But I knew as soon as it was all over, we’d go back to how things were.
Yes, I had to live with it, but for me, this double penetration had changed things.
I’d hoped it wouldn’t when I agreed, but now it was all I could think about instead of being in the moment.
Fuck, I was going to need aftercare as much as Atlas when we wrapped up.
For the first time in years, my stomach twisted and flipped around with nerves and arousal.
Hugh rested his body on top of Atlas, virtually sandwiching him between us.
His forehead was on Atlas’s shoulder, and his head was only an inch from my face, close enough to kiss, but I didn’t.
However, my fingers traveled upward along his arms to his back, pressing firmly against him to hold us all closer together.
We were getting sweaty and slick. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air. Someone fisted my hair on the side of my head, and I opened my eyes to find it was Hugh.
My heart sped up to dangerous levels, and I dug my blunt nails into his back. What was happening? He’d never done that before.
All of us were grunting, whimpering, and blubbering as we got lost in each other. The only things that existed in this world were the three of us.
Throughout my time playing with Hugh, this was the first time I felt simultaneously whole and lost.
Fuck it.
I moved my hands to grab the hair on Hugh and Atlas’s heads. Hugh’s hair was smooth and silky. Atlas’s was coarser. I pressed my face between their joined heads and thrust. Closer. I needed to be closer to them.
Between Atlas’s tight, oiled hole and Hugh’s cock rubbing along mine, I was going to come at any second.
With one last thrust, I froze as the first spurt exploded from me. I cried out and pumped faster, harder. I needed more. But it all came crashing down around me. It was over as quickly as it had happened.
Hot, sticky cum suddenly spread on my stomach. Atlas. Did he just come without being touched? Well, his dick was being rubbed against my skin through Hugh’s pumping.
Atlas fell heavily on me, and I sank into the bed as Hugh went to town on Atlas’s ass and over my sensitive cock, which just slipped out now that I was no longer hard.
Hugh growled and froze like I had as the orgasm consumed him. With a few more pumps, he fell on top of Atlas. I had both men on me. They were heavy, but comfortable. They belonged there.
All of us lay still, catching our breaths and calming our hearts.
That was the quietest we’d ever been. Usually, a night like this was filled with dirty talk and orders. It showed how lost we got in each other. We completely zoned out.
It was perfect.
It was the worst.
I wanted more, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to have it.
“Oh. My. God,” Atlas groaned, his voice muffled from his face being in my throat. “That was… that was… intense.”
All I could do was nod, since I was pretty sure I couldn’t speak at the moment. The emotions were getting the better of me. But I had to push them aside. I’d accepted my fate a long time ago.
“You came?” Hugh asked Atlas, who could only nod. “Damn. That was hot.”
When Hugh pulled out, Atlas hissed. He stood and removed the shackles binding Atlas’s hands to the bed. Then he grabbed a water bottle and some wipes from his backpack.
Atlas rolled off me, and Hugh sat between us, pulling out several wipes before cleaning off Atlas’s sticky stomach, and then mine.
I couldn’t take the extra care from him, so I grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“I got it,” I said in the most upbeat tone I could muster, despite wanting to snap at him.
My feelings weren’t his problem or his fault.
“Sure.”
I sat up, took the wipe from him, and finished cleaning myself. Then, he handed me a bottle of water before feeding some to Atlas. I chugged half the bottle, then closed it and set it down on the floor.
We didn’t climb out of bed and immediately put on clothes. Instead, I crossed my legs, and Atlas, who was a little shaky after all that, came to sit on my lap. I smiled and nuzzled his throat, giving him little kisses. He stretched his silk-covered legs on Hugh’s lap, who tenderly rubbed them.
“How are you, sweet stuff?” I asked him.
“Sore as hell, but in the best way, though I’m kind of bummed I didn’t get a blowjob.”
Hugh rumbled a laugh and patted Atlas’s thigh. “We can do that later. The fact that you came the way you did was hot as fuck.”
I was eager to get out of this room, so I eased Atlas off my lap and climbed out of the bed. I grabbed my robe from the floor and tied it around me.
Hugh watched my every move while Atlas was following my lead. “Are we in a rush? We still have another fifteen minutes left.”
“Nah, I’m just ready to get cleaned up.” I wrapped my hand around Atlas’s neck and pulled him against me so I could kiss him. “Plus, we need to spoil this cutie in the shower.”
“I love the spoiling part, gorgeous.”
Hugh grinned and got out of bed, too. He handed the spare robe to Atlas, who gratefully put it on. “Thank god. I thought I’d have to walk out there naked again. Not that it wasn’t hot, but now that I’ve come, it just… feels different.”
Once we had everything together, we headed toward the locker room to clean ourselves off. The place was fancy for a locker room, full of dark stone and chrome.
I took off my robe and ran the water in the stall to warm up as Hugh and Atlas undressed.
I helped him into the spray of water. He dunked his head back to soak his hair. Hugh quickly followed behind and closed the curtain.
The club provided shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel, so we didn’t have to haul that shit around.
As the shower pelted Atlas’s back, he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder.
I loved his affectionate side. While I’d never had anything serious to continue this thing Hugh and I had going on, I didn’t mind sleepovers and snuggles.
In fact, I enjoyed being held. It’d been a long time since I’d had a man in my bed, just holding me.
The sex games were fucking fun, but sometimes, I wanted more.
Atlas reached for Hugh and pulled him against us. Soon, we were all just clinging to each other in the steaming water.
When he eased back, he smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I just needed that.”
“You don’t need to apologize for needing to be held,” Hugh said. Honestly, his words surprised me. Hugh’s willingness to hold Atlas showed his growing attachment to him, just as mine was.
“Where did Atlas go?” I asked Hugh as he was making us some lunch.
“He’s dressing up Mrs. Peach. I showed him the two drawers in my dresser holding her outfits, and his eyes went all googly.”
I snorted a laugh. I could totally see that.
We’d slept in the next morning after the club because it had taken a lot out of us. Hugh and I also agreed to let Atlas hang out with us for most of the day so we could get to know each other better. It had been a whirlwind of sex and working, so there hadn’t been a lot of time to just talk.
While it had been Hugh’s idea, and one I agreed with, it was just more proof of his growing attachment to Atlas. It was the first time in years since he’d had more interest in someone beyond the sex. He had a couple of girlfriends here and there, but he’d never committed to a man before.
Honestly, I liked the stability for my cousin. He’d always done everything his father wanted, and it was nice to see him go after something for himself at the risk of losing his job. Well, my job, too, but I didn’t care that much.
If he wanted a relationship with Atlas, then I did, too.
I was actually hoping for it. I needed something stable in my life, too.
Atlas could very well bring us together to find some happiness.
After a few weeks, I was starting to see Atlas as more than just someone we played with. He could literally be our glue.
“Hey, since he’s out of earshot, I’d like to talk to you,” Hugh said, plating a grilled cheese sandwich smothered in cheese and bacon onto a plate.
“Sure, what’s up?”
Before starting on the next one, he faced me, leaned against the counter, and folded his arms over his chest. I loved his forearms. It was my favorite body part on Hugh, next to the dimple in his chin. They were defined and strong, with the perfect amount of veins.
“I’m liking where this is going,” he admitted, as if reading my mind. It showed the bond we had as friends and cousins. We knew each other inside and out… other than how I felt about him, but only because I kept it perfectly hidden.
“I do, too. What does that mean for us?”
He smiled brightly, softening his features. “That’s such a relief. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about pushing for more with Atlas, and I like having you as part of it. Yes, this wasn’t part of our original plan when we started this years ago, but I’m so glad you’re up for this.”
My stomach twisted with excitement. Did he want me to be part of a polyamorous relationship? Would it involve him more, too? Could I have more than some cock rubbing during double penetrating Atlas?
“I was just thinking about something more with him myself. I’d like that.”
“Phew, good. With us being cousins, I worried that you’d get icked out or something.
” Fuck yes. I was already on board, but this made it even better.
But before I could grow too excited, he said, “But don’t worry.
I won’t touch you or anything. I was looking up polyamory, and there’s a relationship type called ‘V’ polyamory.
That would be us, right? We’re both serious about Atlas, but the other two aren’t involved at all. ”
Tell him. Tell him you want more with him, too.
But why should I? It was clear he was defining the relationship as he wanted it, setting boundaries.
He didn’t want me that way, and I didn’t blame him.
But if I could have Atlas, and still be a part of Hugh’s life sexually, I’d take it.
This would give me companionship while still having a piece of Hugh.
“I think that’s a good plan,” I said.
“Good!” Hugh stood in front of me and gripped the sides of my shoulders. “This is going to be amazing. It’s the first time I found someone I’m more interested in than just the sex. He feeds all my needs, and he’s a hard worker and a good human.”
I smiled back and pulled him into a quick hug. “Let’s tell Atlas. It won’t mean shit if he’s not on board, too.”
“He will be. I just know it.”
Instead of finishing making lunch, he turned off the stove, and we headed upstairs to Hugh’s bedroom, where we found Atlas on the floor with all of Mrs. Peach’s clothes spread out on the rug.
She was currently wearing a fuzzy pink sweater and a strand of pearls.
He took several photos of her with his phone before holding up her bumblebee costume.
“She looks adorable, At,” Hugh said.
He beamed at us. “She looks iconic. She’s so sweet, too. Mrs. Peach just lets you do anything to her, adorable doormat that she is,” he giggled before leaning down and kissing her head. “Ignore me. That was so rude. You’re stunning, my queen.”
Mrs. Peach looked up at him with happy eyes and gave him a little meow as if she could understand what he was talking about.
Hugh squatted in front of Atlas. “Hey, Linden and I want to talk to you about something.”
Atlas set down the costume and pulled Mrs. Peach onto his lap, where she quickly curled up on him. He looked at us, frowning. “Okay. Is something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I assured him. “Not at all.”
“Linden and I agreed that we’d like you to be a part of our lives… more than just the sex or as our PA. It’s fast, but we’re both really drawn to you.” Hugh caressed Atlas’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You’re special.”
Atlas’s jaw dropped, and he stammered a bit before finding his words. “I’d love to! Oh my god! Yes! I want to be yours so much.”
He lunged at Hugh to hug him, much to the cat’s chagrin. Then he tugged me down by my hand so we could all hold each other. “Does this mean you two will be together, too?” he asked.
Hugh and I looked at each other before I shook my head. “No, we’re cousins. You’ll belong to us, but we won’t belong to each other.”
“Bummer. You both would be so hot together. No one would care, least of all me.” It wasn’t the first time he’d said that, and I couldn’t agree more. Still, I had to respect Hugh’s wishes.
“My father would never accept that, At. He’ll have a hard enough time accepting us as we are in the first place.”
But did that mean he’d thought about it? The only thing holding him back was Uncle Hanley? Perhaps we stood a chance after all.