Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Nolan struggled to control his breathing. He wanted to snort and paw and ram Hope like a horny bull. However, he reminded himself that he couldn’t screw this up. He was the one in the “hot seat,” after all.
While it was one thing to fuck Hope, it was quite another experience to have Cam fucking him at the same time. It was an effort to concentrate on both what he was doing to Hope and what Cam was doing to him.
The vibrations of the plug cam wore working their way into him through the man’s cock certainly weren’t helping anything.
He needed to keep his head and keep a hold of his control. He wasn’t sure how Cam was managing it himself. Maybe from staying still, for the most part, and letting Nolan spear himself on his cock.
At least concentrating on moving like he had ball-bearings in his hips helped keep Nolan from coming in thirty seconds flat.
Because damn…
To be balls deep in a hot, slick pussy at the same time he had a man balls deep in him…
If he’d known how crazy good this felt, he would’ve participated in a threesome sooner.
What was he thinking? No, he wouldn’t have. He was doing it at the right time with the right people. Two people he was attracted to and with whom he had a connection. They weren’t some random sex partners hooking up to simply get off.
Cam was much more than that to him. Hope could be that, too, if she wanted the same.
When Hope turned up the intensity on the butt plug once more, Nolan gritted his teeth and tried to ignore it.
He failed when Cam blew out a sharp breath that whispered along his spine and tensed.
He pulled back to the point that only the tip remained inside Nolan and his fingers squeezed Nolan’s hips almost to the point of pain.
The tension in his plea, “Mistress…” was obvious.
Clearly, the man was struggling.
“Is it too much?” Her question sounded husky. Oh yes, she was getting off on edging poor Cam. She held a lot of power in her palm with that little remote.
“Yes—”
“Too bad. What was your safe word, again? The one you think you’ll never have to use?”
Nolan must have missed something. Was she trying to force him to say it?
“Oklahoma.”
His head spun to glance at Cam behind him. Oklahoma? Cam could explain that choice later. When they were less busy.
She grabbed Nolan’s chin and turned his face until their gazes locked. No surprise, she wore a sly grin, confirming that she was purposely edging him.
“Do you have a safe word, Hot Stuff?”
Uh oh. “No.”
“Now you do. It’s Sequoia.” At least she picked a word familiar to him. He owned the one parked out in front of the cabin, after all.
“Sequoia.” Nolan repeated, testing how easily it slipped from his tongue.
“Will that work?”
Did he have a choice? “Yes, Mistress.”
“I doubt you’ll need it tonight, but it can’t hurt to be prepared.”
Hurt was an interesting choice of word. It would make his asshole pucker if Cam wasn’t already stretching it open.
Cam was about to lose his shit much sooner than expected if she kept playing with the setting on that damn vibrating toy shoved up his ass.
Normally, he’d be into it, but nothing about tonight was normal. This was unchartered territory for the three of them.
His teeth were clenched so tightly, he was surprised he hadn’t shattered them. A muscle in his jaw ticked fiercely as he continued to fight an orgasm.
It was too soon to come.
It was too soon to come.
Nolan ramming his ass into Cam’s cock before shifting forward to ram his cock into Hope was already making him unravel. Adding that damn toy, though…
Did she want this threesome to go sideways?
Two—or three—could play at that game.
He wrapped one arm around Nolan’s hips to indicate he should sit up more, and as soon as he did, Cam reached around the man with his other arm to find Hope’s clit. He just needed to make her forget she had that little torture device in her palm before she turned it up to the max setting.
Because if she did, he might end up flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water. Or scream “Oklahoma.”
Since he already said it once, he was determined not to say it again. He couldn’t wait to torture her until she cried out her own safe word. Shanti, wasn’t it?
But not this time. It would have to be when both he and Nolan could concentrate solely on her. Maybe in one of the playrooms up in Heaven.
Hell yes. He and Nolan might have to come up with a plan. Let her think she’d be in control, then turn the tables on her.
Tie her up and turn her ass red. Fuck her mouth, her pussy, and her ass…
Going down that rabbit hole was not helping his dilemma. In that moment, his goal was to get Hope to come soon, so Nolan and he could do the same.
Because Cam needed to come five minutes ago. That was the real torture. Not having a vibrating butt plug jammed up his ass.
Suddenly, Nolan began to pick up the pace, slamming back onto Cam and then forward into Hope. She threw her head back and cried, “Oh my God. That’s it. Right there. Both of you keep doing what you’re doing.”
He didn’t need that order. He had already planned on doing so since he was on a mission. And now it seemed so was Nolan. He was probably clinging precariously to his sanity, too. One of them had to go first and he needed it to be Hope.
Rocking forward from the impact of Nolan’s thrusts, she grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed. Of course she kept that damn remote securely in her other hand. Maybe if she didn’t have that, he wouldn’t be in such a panic.
Who was he trying to kid? He was fucking the man he’d lusted after for years. And that man was fucking the first woman in the last few years who Cam wanted more than once in his bed.
Cam dragged his fingers from her sensitive clit to where Nolan was pounding her, to the point where they connected. A place he had also claimed thoroughly.
When Nolan grit out a, “Fuck,” Cam pressed his face against his warm, damp neck and went back to thumbing Hope’s clit with a vengeance.
But instead of pushing back against Cam in another thrust, Nolan’s hips twitched and his asshole began to tighten.
Shit.
“Hold on,” Cam whispered against Nolan’s ear. “She’s almost there.”
“I—”
“Hold on. As soon as she comes, we can, too.”
“I’m not sure—”
“You can,” Cam said more forcefully. But then, what he was telling Nolan he was telling himself, too.
Hold on just a few more minutes.
But, damn, Nolan’s ass was so damn tight and he made it worse every time he clamped around Cam.
He wanted to cry with relief when Hope’s back arched, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened on a silent scream.
“She’s coming,” Nolan announced unnecessarily. His head was hanging down and he was white-knuckling her hips while she slammed her pussy against him a few more times before collapsing back to the mattress.
“Come for me,” Cam whispered.
When Nolan thrust one last time, Cam went with him. Keeping him close, driving deep.
Nolan’s canal pulsated around Cam’s throbbing cock, setting of fireworks in his vision and sending his head spinning.
And—
What the fuck?
Hope turned that damn thing on high and he just about hit the ceiling, his vision momentarily fading to black with the intensity.
She lifted her head, opened her eyes, and did a half-assed attempt to smother a smile. “Oops.”
He snagged the remote from her hand, switched it off, then tossed it out of her reach. “Ever hear the saying, paybacks are a bitch?”
“I look forward to it,” Hope said with a wink.
“We’ll see,” Cam warned.
Hope, with her chest still heaving and beads of sweat clinging to her forehead, asked, “Why did I wait so long to have a threesome?”
“Maybe because we weren’t in your life?”
Hope laugh-snorted. “That could be one reason.”
Cam tapped Nolan’s hip. “Okay, let’s disengage before we leave a real mess. Ready?” He collared the full condom, and as soon as Nolan nodded, Cam slowly pulled free. He slipped the condom off while watching Nolan do the same with Hope.
Once they both took their turn in the bathroom cleaning up, Cam and Nolan settled on the bed on either side of Hope.
Cam was pleased to see that she looked completely relaxed and satisfied.
A soft smile curved her lips and her eyelids were heavy.
It wouldn’t take long for her to be out, and based on the slow, lazy circles Nolan’s fingers were tracing on her hip, he wasn’t far behind her. Cam understood the feeling.
They needed to save up their energy so they could do this all over again.
Except next time they would switch up the configuration.
“That worked out better than expected. I really thought our first time together would be a disaster, with arms and legs all over the place. And a severe lack of coordination.”
“Same,” Nolan whispered, his eyelids also drooping. “Next time, Hope should be in the middle.”
“That would mean…” Cam let that drift off.
“Double penetration,” she finished. “I’m up for working towards that goal, but not tonight.”
Nolan’s yawn turned into a grin. “There’s always your mouth in the meantime. We can take turns.”
Hope chuckled softly. “Already scheming, I see.”
“We’ll take your cue. Whatever you want, Hope.” Cam twisted his head toward her to see her blinking up at the ceiling. “Do you plan on staying?”
“The night?” she turned her head enough to meet his eyes.
“Of course,” Cam answered.
“You don’t think the bed will be too crowded for actual sleeping?”
It might be a little tight but they could make do. It was better than sending Hope home. “I don’t think I have the brain cells left for another round. I don’t think any of us will have a problem sleeping.”
“Good point.” She released a loud, exaggerated sigh.
“Fine. Twist my arm. I’ll stay. Luckily, I threw an overnight bag in my car just in case.
And it certainly will shorten the commute for my class tomorrow morning.
” She lifted her head and looked back and forth between them.
“You boys are joining me for that, aren’t you? ”
“We usually hit the trails in the morning.”
“Riding a mountain bike through the woods is great cardio, but it isn’t going to help with your flexibility. And that needs to improve if we’re going to continue doing this.”
Nolan snorted. “Are you saying we were stiff?”
She reached out and patted their cheeks at the same time. “You two were certainly stiff. But seriously, I only teach yoga here three days a week. You can ride on those other mornings.”
“Do we have to?” Nolan teased, his voice petulant through his grin.
Hope laughed. “Do I need to make it an order?”
“We’ll be there,” Cam assured her. “But in the meantime, how about we get some shut eye since your class is at the crack of dawn.”
“The class is at seven.”
“Same thing. I consider anything before my first cup of coffee the crack of dawn.”
“Maybe it’s time to stop drinking coffee,” she sassed.
“I’m rethinking the invite for you to spend the night,” Cam grumbled.