Chapter 15
On the drive home, I called Ben to check in with him. I wanted to make sure he’d be all right spending the night with his new friend. Considering he gave me a quick “yup” before handing the phone back to the babysitter and returning to play, I figured he’d be okay for the evening.
“You have a printer, right?” Vanessa asked as we stepped into the penthouse, scrolling through her phone.
“Yeah,” Milo said, leading her toward the hall and directing her to the third room on the left, where the home office was located.
Vanessa and Milo spent a few minutes in there while Emiliano silently stared at me, goofy grin fully intact.
He sat in a chair opposite the couch I took.
Every time I opened my mouth to speak, his surface thoughts flitted with ways to stuff my mouth.
It made my cheeks burn when he envisioned my gagging protests and left me too flustered to have a conversation.
So, we silently stared at each other, each envisioning the other naked, and all the things we could do with our bodies.
“All righty,” Vanessa said, finally returning with a stack of papers.
“Usually, we spend more time running through the contract and give the other party or parties in this instance a chance to sit with the terms before engaging in a bit of fun. But if everyone’s okay dotting their Is and crossing their Ts, we can dive right into the good stuff. ”
I quirked a brow. “A contract?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Vanessa said, filling out a section for what she was open to exploring in the bedroom with Milo. Already, her mind whirled with so many ideas it didn’t seem much was off the table. Though she did fill in a section about firm ‘nos,’ which included contact with me.
“Don’t you worry this sort of ruins the spontaneity of sex?” I asked with a questioning shrug.
“Sex is so much more than spontaneity,” Vanessa explained. “It’s an expression of pleasure, an exploration of bodies, of desires, of trust.”
“Honestly, knowing what to expect can build just as much anticipation and yearning as not knowing,” Emiliano added. “Plus, knowing what your partners are unwilling to do removes awkward play.”
“And allows us all to focus on the fun fucking.”
“Fair enough,” Milo said. “Well, you can put a nix on bottoming from me. I’m not feeling it tonight.”
“Damn shame,” Emiliano said with a wink. “Guess I’ll have to hope your partner is open to being opened.”
“Um, yeah,” I replied. “Pretty vers myself.”
“Nice to know.” Emiliano winked again.
“Before you agree, Millie should disclose size and circumference.”
“I’m about nine inches uncut.” Emiliano cleared his throat, letting the pause break the tension before revealing the rest. “And roughly four and a half inches thick.”
“Well, fuck me,” Milo said with a slack jaw.
“I mean, if you’ve had a change of heart.” Emiliano chuckled.
“Nope. I’m good topping.” Milo stretched his mouth momentarily, wondering if he could even fit the enchanter orally.
I wondered the very same.
“Is that all right with you?” Emiliano asked.
I nodded.
“You know what they say.” Emiliano smirked. “Everything’s bigger in Texas.”
“Not true, I assure you,” Vanessa said, briefly reminiscing over a handful of their more underwhelming polyamorous trysts.
“Totally true,” Emiliano mouthed.
“Go ahead and fill out what you’d absolutely like to do, what you’re open to trying, and what you are not willing to do.
” Vanessa slid a few of the forms over, including the NDA neatly tucked between a few pages.
“This ensures privacy for all parties. It’s especially important for our Global Guild men.
The organization is still a bit more conservative than I care for, so images are important, sadly. ”
“Oh, he’s right there with us.” Emiliano nodded toward me.
“I’m not.” I shook my head. “More of a glorified consultant telepath tracker guy.”
“You keep using your brain to search the whole world, and they’ll definitely make you a full-fledged member.”
“For sure,” Vanessa said, half-focused on her forms. “Makes me grateful my psychic energy isn’t that massive.”
I grimaced at the idea of actually working full-time for the Global Guild. It was already a headache enough clocking into Cerberus.
Ignoring the commentary, I went to work reading over the non-disclosure and safe sex policy Vanessa and Emiliano abided by when inviting others into their bed.
Well, our bed on this particular occasion.
Apparently, there was a raw ride clause that required a confirmed test panel and the obvious waiting period for results. Safe play it was. I ticked the box.
They had a lot of options listed, such as kissing, oral, vaginal, anal, rimming, slapping, spit, rough play, choking, cuddling, and easily a hundred other things.
Plus, there was a write-in section for anything not already listed.
It was hard to believe there could be more sex play available. They seemed to have everything covered.
Anything not check-marked was considered off the table; however, there was a second section of absolute nos or triggering play that wouldn’t be allowed. I filled out the vaginal sex and anything with Vanessa. Well, I left kissing there. I could manage that if she wanted.
“She is all yours,” I thought to Milo as he filled out his form.
“Oky doky.” He grinned. “But be aware you are sharing your partner.”
I chuckled. “You wanna ride the cowboy?”
“Nope, I wanna make that pony giddy up.”
I snorted.
Vanessa and Emiliano eyed me, then each other. After a brief pause, Vanessa turned to me.
“We’re not opposed to magic in the bedroom,” she said. “In fact, it can add such a spectacular spark. That said, communication is key to a good night.”
“If you are uncomfortable saying anything in front of us, that’s completely valid,” Emiliano added. “But it’s an indication that this might not be for you two.”
“Oh, the telepathy thing,” I replied. “Sorry, it’s just a habit to link to Milo. It’s usually because I have something snarky to say. Not that I had snarky stuff about you two. It was sexual stuff. All good sexual. Like the best.”
Vanessa and Emiliano stared.
I sighed. “Someone interrupt me, please.”
“Dorian could link us all, if everyone’s open to that,” Milo suggested.
“Oh, definitely,” I said.
“Well, well, well,” Emiliano said. “I’d love to share my thoughts with you.”
“Trust me.” I linked all our minds. “I’ve already enjoyed the show you two have been sharing.”
“Our live performances are so much better,” Vanessa thought, handing her completed form over to Milo.
After a brief exchange, everyone reviewed papers, and it seemed they were open to almost everything aside from a few kinks that required a returning play partner. Not certain this would be more than a one-time thing for us. Then again, I didn’t go into date night expecting to fuck the other couple.
I went to the bathroom, taking a few minutes to calm down and clean up before the festivities began. I wasn’t the only one who took the chance to prepare for the night. When I returned to the living room, Vanessa was sitting beside Milo on the couch, leaving plenty of room for me to join.
“Shall we move this to the bedroom?” Vanessa asked, sliding a hand between Milo’s thighs.
My chest burned, synced to his arousal and curiosity.
Before I could react, Emiliano plopped on the couch beside me and turned my head to face him.
He kissed me, soft and sweet, taking his time to test my response.
When my tongue moved to meet his, he moved in rougher.
In a matter of seconds, he had his arms wrapped around my waist, and he’d lifted me up effortlessly to straddle his thighs.
Fuck. I immediately began grinding against him, enthralled by his desires and entranced by Milo and Vanessa’s. Their lips were smacking nearby, but it didn’t take long for the sound to fade.
Emiliano ran his hands under my shirt, teasing my skin with his strong hands. He slid a hand in my slacks, cupping my ass, and controlling the thrust of my hips as I rode him.
“Let’s get this party moving, sweetheart,” Emiliano said with a wispy breath between kisses.
I nodded in response, and he lifted us both up off the couch, carrying me into the bedroom.
Milo had Vanessa sprawled out in a big, cushioned recliner by the corner of the room.
She slowly undressed while Milo worshipped her exposed skin, planting delicate kisses on her chest, her arms, her stomach, and her thighs.
When all that remained were her bra and panties, Milo tore at the red lace until it snapped.
Then he went to work, going down on her.
Vanessa’s moans of ecstasy drew my attention only momentarily.
She lay back in the chair, her breath hitching as Milo worked his tongue inside her.
With a graceful elegance, Vanessa extended her right leg, raising it high, then wrapping it around Milo’s neck.
She held him close, thrusting into him to control the oral.
Milo’s devilish delight flowed through the bedroom, leaving me entranced by his excitement. Soon, his hands worked their way up Vanessa’s stomach, adding a bit of authority as he took his time eating her out.
Emiliano tossed me onto the bed, ripping off his clothes and putting on quite the distracting show himself.
He added a delicate pulse of telekinesis to unravel his corset, each string a mesmerizing show as he stripped before me.
His tight white boxer briefs left little to the imagination.
Christ, this man was a goddamn giant in every sense of the word, and I wanted to climb him.
No, I wanted to buckle beneath his weight, feel every muscle of his authority control me.
“What are you waiting for, boy?”
Right. Titles, proper addressing, and occasional name-calling were on his list.
“Apologies, sir.” I unbuttoned my shirt, stifling the shiver of delight that surged through me.
Calling him ‘sir’ thrilled Emiliano and, in turn, made me eager to be his obedient boy.