Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Despite fighting his response, Nolan’s back arched and a groan forced its way through his clenched teeth.
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
This is just temporary. You’ll get your release soon.
But not soon enough.
He groaned, then hissed when Cam began to massage his still-stinging balls.
“I’m struggling to stay in my seat and not join you two.”
Cam held out his hand to Hope. “We would love for our queen to join us.”
She shook her head. “Not yet. First, the show must go on.” She once again rolled her hand in the air like she was a true queen.
Normally, Nolan would get a chuckle out of that, but in that moment he was too busy trying not to come. To him, this whole royalty role-playing was a bit over the top, but her sense of humor—tongue-in-cheek in this particular scenario—was one of many traits both he and Cam liked about her.
Sex didn’t always have to be so damn serious. It could be fun and messy and awkward.
Luckily, Cam must have noticed his desperation. It was probably hard to miss. Just like his damn cock.
“My queen, he wants to come.”
Not wants, needs.
“Of course he does. But not until I say so.”
Nolan tipped his head back and silently mouthed a curse.
Cam shooting him a look of sympathy meant he knew very well that Hope could demand that Nolan do the same to him next. “How about if we get your mind off it?”
“How?” His question was a strained whisper.
When Cam leaned over him, Nolan lifted his head and met him halfway. Their mouths connected like two magnets and their tongues found one another, twisting and tangling.
His lover always tasted so good, as if sunshine had a flavor, and his kisses were perfection, even when messy and desperate.
While making out might be a good distraction, it wasn’t—
He heard it then. The buzz of a small vibrator.
Knowing she was masturbating while watching them…
Was she trying to sabotage him?
Cam continued to work on distracting him by gripping the back of Nolan’s neck and running his other hand across his chest before twisting one of his nipples, the light pain pulling some of his attention from the toy still working at his cock.
When Cam swiped Nolan’s other nipple with his tongue before sucking it hard, it sent a shock of pleasure through his body that settled heavy in his balls and almost made him come.
He moved to the other one and nipped the small, hard tip.
Like his kisses, Nolan couldn’t get enough of Cam playing with his nipples.
Or his balls.
Or his cock.
In truth, he couldn’t get enough of Cam. Period.
It was the same with Hope.
In such a short amount of time, the relationship between the three of them had fallen naturally into place. Nothing between them was forced. The sex was awesome. The conversation easy.
In that moment, he couldn’t ask for anything more.
Except to come, of course.
Soon. But, man, edging could be rough until that happened. Then the satisfying explosion at the end made it all so worthwhile.
Cam was now sliding the toy up and down Nolan’s cock. That motion, along with the internal chamber spinning and the licking sensations at the tip, would quickly be his undoing.
He was about to beg Hope to put him out of his misery when he heard, “Hot Stuff, you can come now.”
“Thank you, Queen,” he gritted out, ready to kneel at her feet and kiss them.
Despite it being so unnecessary, Cam increased the intensity on the masturbation toy. Only, the man didn’t jump one level, but two.
“I’m about to come,” Nolan warned him, hoping Cam would take the opportunity to capture the cum in his mouth.
He thought that might happen when Cam jerked the toy off Nolan’s throbbing erection. However, a warm, wet mouth did not replace it when Nolan’s hips popped up off the seat as far as the restraints would allow. Instead, he emptied his balls all over his own stomach.
At least that would make for an easier clean up than him filling up that toy with his load.
Nolan’s chest pumped and his pulse pounded as he slowly came down off his high.
“May I clean him up, my queen?” Cam asked.
Her approval sounded breathy. “You may, Handsome.”
“Can I fuck him once I do?” Cam asked next while stroking his own hard-on.
He was probably anxious to come, too.
“Absolutely. After all, the show must go on.”
When Cam disappeared, Nolan turned his attention to Hope. She continued to plunge the vibrator in and out of herself, sometimes pulling it all the way out and pressing it against her clit.
As soon as her hips would begin to dance, she’d pull it away and sink back onto the throne.
Was she edging herself? He wouldn’t be surprised if she was.
Cam returned with a washcloth and quickly wiped off Nolan’s stomach. But it wasn’t the only thing he had brought back with him. As soon as he put the damp cloth aside, he rolled on a condom and generously lubed himself up before prepping Nolan’s hole with the same slick fingers.
He had no doubt that Cam fucking him would make him hard again. It always did. Cam knew what he was doing and Nolan was thankful for that.
Cam growled, “That hole? That belongs to me.”
If Nolan hadn’t just come, Cam’s possessiveness would’ve made him do so.
A sharp sound came from the throne before they heard, “It belongs to me. I’m only giving you permission to use it.”
“Thank you, my queen,” came out of Cam’s mouth, but his eyes clearly showed he disagreed with Hope.
Nolan never thought he’d want to be claimed by anyone. Until now. Knowing he now “belonged” to the man he lusted after for years was completely intoxicating.
And so was the fact that the smooth, bulbous crown of Cam’s cock bumped against his entrance. Nolan sucked in a breath as Cam pushed forward slightly.
With a tilt of his hips, Cam nudged past Nolan’s tight ring. “Do you need a second?”
Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t, but he was more than ready in that moment. “No.”
Cam paused and blew out a sharp breath. “Well, I do. With as tight as you feel right now, all I want to do is ram you hard and fast before filling you with my cum.”
Nolan shuddered at his words, despite knowing that wouldn’t actually happen because they were still using condoms. While he’d like that to change, that was a discussion for another time. “That might not make our queen happy.”
“No, it won’t, and I want her to be soaking wet from simply observing us.”
“Then let’s do it.”
With one hard thrust, he took Nolan completely.
Despite Cam starting out thrusting slowly and cautiously, he quickly turned into a battering ram. With parted lips, his eyes unfocused and his breathing ragged, he slammed into Nolan over and over.
He wasn’t gentle and he certainly wasn’t taking his time, despite what they had just discussed, but Nolan was all for it. He’d waited long enough.
He stared up into his lover’s eyes.
His lover.
Damn, had his life changed! He’d gone from thinking he’d never have this opportunity with his long-time friend to it becoming reality. He was now sharing his life with the man he’d wanted for so long.
And, as an unexpected bonus, Hope was coming along for that ride.
A loud mewl from the direction of the throne drew his gaze, only to see Hope’s head thrown back and short puffs of breath escaping between her parted lips.
“Should we help?” Nolan whispered.
Cam stilled, glanced over at Hope, and shook his head. “No. Not without her permission. If she wants us to touch her, she’ll tell us.”
Good point.
Cam remained motionless, still deep inside Nolan as they both watched Hope sink her teeth into her bottom lip. A second later, her ass shot off the chair as an orgasm overtook her. When she slowly sank back to the throne, her eyes opened and she looked directly at them.
Busted. They were supposed to be the show, not her.
After turning off the vibrator, she gave them a lazy smile. “Did you like what you saw, boys?”
“Yes, Queen,” Cam answered in a sexy grumble.
“Carry on, then. It’s your turn, Handsome. But before you do, make sure he’s hard again. Just don’t make him come.”
That last demand was a tall order.
“Yes, Queen,” Cam repeated before once again focusing on Nolan.
Cam reached for the tube of lube and squirted more on his palm. He fisted Nolan’s cock with one hand while the other traced along his jaw, down his neck, over his chest.
This was the man Nolan was making a life with. Who he went to bed with every night. Who he worked side-by-side with every day.
The man Nolan loved.
He suspected that Cam loved him back, but neither had admitted it to each other yet. Was it possible they were avoiding it so they didn’t make things awkward with Hope and make her feel like a third wheel?
The real question was: would he be content only being with Cam? Of course. Is that what he preferred? Definitely not.
He and Cam weren’t a couple. No, the three of them were now in a true polyamorous relationship. What was developing between them went much deeper than sex. What started off as just naughty fun had turned into so much more.
For all of them.
So after all this time, it would be weird not to include Hope. Without her, the dynamics of their relationship would be off.
Nolan wanted her to know just how important she was to them. Along with the topic of condoms, he needed to have a discussion with Cam about Hope, since communication was key in any relationship.
The sounds of their flesh slapping together dragged him from his thoughts and Cam’s hand pumped Nolan’s cock at the same pace he was fucking him.
A groan bubbled up from the back of his throat since, as Hope wanted, Nolan’s hard-on was once again raging. But, of course, she didn’t want him to come.
While his first initial thought was she was being diabolical, he suspected there might be a good reason for her order. However, his balls were tight, his cock pulsing, and if Cam continued to jerk him off like that…
She would not get what she wanted.
His only saving grace would be if Cam came soon.