Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Oliver watched as Erin shivered in response to Gavin’s sensual threat. With her hands tied behind her back, her beautiful, large breasts were pushed out, and he couldn’t resist reaching down to pinch one of her hard nipples.
Erin moaned, her eyes drifting closed.
They couldn’t have that.
Oliver released her breast and gripped a handful of her hair in his fist, tugging on it until she was looking up at them.
Her eyes were cloudy with arousal—their girl had a penchant for hair pulling—and it took everything Oliver had not to toss her facedown on the bed and pound inside that sweet pussy of hers.
However, Gavin clearly had different plans. He might still be new to sex with a woman, but damn if he hadn’t taken to it like a fish in water.
“Give me her mouth,” Gavin demanded.
Oliver used his grip on her hair to direct her toward Gavin.
“Open up, sweet girl,” Gavin murmured, his thumb on her lower lip. Erin’s lips parted and Gavin grasped his dick, pushing the head of it inside.
Oliver kept his hand in her hair and he used it now to push her closer. A soft gagging sound told him Gavin’s cock was brushing the back of her throat, so he pulled her away a moment before pushing her back.
Gavin groaned, the sound deep and guttural. “Fuck, that feels good.” He lifted his gaze to Oliver. “Go faster.”
Oliver picked up his pace, pushing and pulling Erin’s mouth along their lover’s dick.
Erin didn’t resist, didn’t bother to hide how much she loved Oliver’s control.
Her soft mews, her hard nipples, the way she pressed her thighs tightly together told him everything he needed to know.
She was sensual and adventurous, and while she’d kick his ass if he ever actually called her a submissive out loud, there was no denying that—in the bedroom—that was exactly what she was.
“Look at me, Erin,” Gavin said, his hand cupping her cheek. “Let me see those pretty brown eyes while you take me in your mouth.”
Oliver stood to her side so when she lifted her gaze, Gavin wasn’t the only one who got to see the arousal in her eyes.
Oliver used his free hand to touch Gavin, running a hand along his back until it landed on his ass.
Gavin cursed when Oliver ran his finger along his lover’s ass crack. They’d only spent two nights as a threesome and their play had been limited to simply sharing Erin, taking turns making love to her.
Tonight, Oliver wanted more. A hell of a lot more.
Leaning closer, he bit Gavin’s tattooed shoulder, even as he kept directing Erin forward and back on their lover’s dick. She was watching them now, so she wasn’t missing anything. Something she proved when she hummed her approval.
“I’m going to fuck your ass tonight,” Oliver murmured to Gavin. “Going to fuck you while you fuck our girl.”
Gavin jerked and Oliver chuckled, aware he was pushing Gavin to his breaking point when he pushed Erin closer, driving his dick deeper into her mouth.
“She’s, Jesus, I’m…” Gavin said, his words fading as his eyes clenched with a pleasure that looked like pain.
“Take him all the way in, Erin,” Oliver demanded. “Show him, swallow him down.”
He’d taught Erin how to open her throat shortly after they’d started sleeping together. Their woman gave seriously amazing head, something Gavin hadn’t experienced yet.
“Goddammit!” Gavin swore through clenched teeth. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
“Good.”
“Fuck, Ollie,” Gavin said. “I want…”
“You want it all. You want to come in our pretty girl’s mouth and her pussy. And you want me in your ass.”
Gavin’s hand covered Oliver’s in Erin’s hair, but Oliver couldn’t tell if he was trying to stop him or drive Erin deeper, faster. He was close to coming, that much was obvious.
“Do it,” Oliver prodded. “Come in her mouth. She wants it as bad as you do.”
Erin hummed her assent, her eyes pleading Gavin for exactly what Oliver was offering.
Whatever tenuous grip Gavin had on his control slipped, and his hips flew forward, moving to take even more. Three thrusts later and he was coming.
Erin swallowed every drop, her gaze shifting from Gavin’s face to Oliver’s as Gavin called out both of their names.
Oliver had never seen so much love written in another person’s expression before, never heard his name spoken with such genuine desire, and he wondered how he’d lived a single minute of his life without these two in it.
Oliver released his grip on her hair, massaging her scalp gently. Neither he nor Gavin had been gentle with her. “Are you okay?” he whispered, suddenly worried they’d gone too far.
Erin grinned. “I want to do that every night.”
Oliver chuckled at Erin’s desire and the look of pure amazement on Gavin’s face. “You wasted a whole year, bro.”
Gavin shook his head, and Oliver got the sense his best friend was still trying to figure out if all of this was real or if he was dreaming. “I’m an idiot,” he said at last.
Reaching down, he and Gavin both helped Erin stand, her hands still tied behind her back. Oliver wrapped his arms around her, kissing her as he loosened the scarf, freeing her.
“Think I could convince you guys to lose your clothes?”
“Keep trying to tell us what to do, sweet girl, and I’m going to use one of those scarves as a gag.”
“You say that like it’s a threat,” she joked.
Gavin chuckled. “We’re never gonna win. Even with two of us, I think we’re outnumbered when it comes to Erin.” As he spoke, Gavin shrugged off his shirt and dropped it to the ground before kicking off his jeans as well.
Oliver raised one eyebrow. “Would have thought you’d learned a lesson about going commando.”
“Refer back to my previous statement. I’m an idiot. Get undressed, Ollie. I’ve spent too many years wanting you inside me again. My patience is gone.”
Oliver decided there was a time for drawing out the sexual anticipation, taking his time. And then there was tonight. His desires matched Gavin’s perfectly.
The first time they’d had sex, it had been amazing, but there had been that missing piece, that one part of the equation that would have made the night perfect.
Glancing at Erin, who was climbing onto the bed, everything fell into place. She crooked her finger at them, and again Gavin proved any restraint on his part was going to be nonexistent the rest of the night.
He crawled over Erin, who parted her legs for him. Resting his upper body weight on his elbows, he kissed her, long and deep and passionately. Oliver shifted to the foot of the bed for a better view. As much as he loved being a part of the kissing, watching was just as hot.
Gavin murmured sweet words as his lips traveled along Erin’s soft cheek to her ear. “So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
Erin lifted her legs, wrapping her ankles around Gavin’s waist, her hands tangling in his hair. “Need you,” she whispered. “Need you so much.”
Gavin’s recovery time—considering how hard he’d just come from Erin’s blowjob—was impressive to say the least. He shifted until the head of his dick rested at the opening to her body. He pressed in no more than an inch before halting.
“Shit. Condom.” He started to pull out, but Erin’s legs tightened around him, holding him in place.
“I’m on the Pill.”
She and Oliver had done away with condoms a few months into their relationship.
Gavin studied her face for a moment before turning to look at Oliver.
Oliver grinned. “There’s nothing like going bareback.”
Gavin frowned. “I’ve never had sex without a condom. Ever.”
Erin reached up and turned his face back to her. “It’s up to you. I’m just saying—”
Her invitation was cut short when Gavin thrust inside her to the hilt. He took her with a single hard push before he froze, buried deep.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “Holy. Shit.” Then he started kissing her again.
Oliver remained where he was for only a minute more. It was all he could manage before his body demanded that he get in on the action. He crossed to the side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer, retrieving a condom and the tube of lubrication.
Gavin had started thrusting inside Erin, and given the groans and moans from both of them, Oliver realized he was dangerously close to missing the party completely.
He placed one hard slap on Gavin’s ass, to draw his lovers’ attention. “Stop moving. Wait for me.”
Gavin slowed his motions, though the shiver that trembled through his body told Oliver he was struggling to remain still.
“Hurry up,” Gavin rasped. “She feels like heaven. I need to—”
Oliver slapped Gavin’s ass again. “Wait.”
He glanced over his friend’s shoulder, catching sight of Erin. Her eyes were closed and it looked like she was in pain as well, poised on the same precipice and ready to take the leap.
“Open your eyes, sweet girl. Watch me.”
She lifted heavy eyelids, blinking several times until she could find her focus, find his face.
Gavin shuddered, pushing up from his elbows to his hands, as Oliver squeezed some of the cool lube into his ass. As he worked it in, Oliver realized he wasn’t faring much better than Gavin and Erin. He’d never had sex with another man, Gavin his only male lover.
After their first—and only—sexual encounter, Oliver couldn’t convince himself that sleeping with another guy wouldn’t be cheating.
He’d known it was a silly sentiment, given the fact Gavin dated—and had sex with other men—a lot.
Of course, Oliver hadn’t been living a celibate life, but he’d only taken women to his bed.
He worked one finger in, then two, then three.
He was moving too quickly, not taking enough time to prepare Gavin, not that his lover seemed to mind.
Each time he added a finger to the game, Gavin thrust into Erin, and it was only Oliver’s firm grip on his upper thigh that stopped him from continuing until he came.
Removing his fingers, Oliver pulled on a condom and coated it with lubrication. Then he guided the head of his dick to Gavin’s anus.
“It’s been so long,” he mused aloud.
“Too long,” Gavin agreed.
“Please,” Erin whispered.
That lone word was the final nail in all their coffins. After that, speech deserted them, the only sounds in the room, those of three lovers drowning in pleasure and desire.
Oliver slid into Gavin’s ass, groaning at how tightly it gripped him.
Gavin mimicked his slow motion, thrusting into Erin at the same pace.
After half a dozen passes, Oliver closed his eyes and gave in to his primal side, slamming in and out of Gavin’s ass, his rough thrusts driving Gavin deeper and harder into Erin.
Erin’s back arched as she came. If Oliver could have found the breath, he would have chastised her for her lack of control. As it was, it felt as if every speck of air in the room had evaporated as he continued to fuck Gavin’s ass, rutting like a wild beast.
Gavin was the next to fall over, his climax sparking another in Erin—or perhaps prolonging her first. Both his lovers cried out loudly, but Oliver couldn’t stop, couldn’t give way. Not for a goddamn second.
He doubled down, slamming in harder, even as Gavin’s strength gave way and he collapsed onto Erin. If she was being crushed, she didn’t complain—or even seem to notice.
Oliver thrust in once, twice, three times more before he exploded, splintered into a thousand pieces. Like Gavin, he found it hard to remain upright. He bent over his lovers, resting his forehead on Gavin’s slick back.
“Jesus.” That one word felt like it was ripped from his chest as he fought for breath.
Neither Erin nor Gavin spoke, and he could hear their gasping breaths as well. Gavin was the first to move, lifting slightly to shrug Oliver off.
“I’m crushing our girl.”
Oliver locked his knees and forced himself upright, groaning as his cock slid out of Gavin’s ass. He disposed of the condom while Gavin shifted enough to drop down next to Erin before placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.
Erin lay lifeless, her eyes closed as her chest rose and fell.
Oliver claimed her other side, he and Gavin reaching across her, linking hands on her stomach.
“I would ask to do that every single night too, but I think we’d be dead within a week if we tried it,” Erin said, smiling widely even though she was staring at the ceiling. “That was incredible.”
“Next time, I’m fucking your ass, Ollie.”
Oliver grinned, even as he shook his head. “Not so sure about that.”
Gavin laughed as Erin patted Oliver’s cheek. “Aw. You’re so adorable. It would seem you can dish it out, but you can’t take it.”
Oliver narrowed his eyes and pointed at Gavin’s cock. “Have you seen the size of that monster?”
Erin giggled. “You’re not exactly a slouch yourself, and Gavin took it like a man.”
“That’s it,” Oliver said, as he sat up and began to tickle her as punishment. Erin squirmed, trying to escape, even as she laughed.
Gavin shook his head at the two of them but didn’t join in. “Where the hell do you two find the energy?” he asked. “I can barely move.”
“Come on.” Oliver stood, then reached down a hand to both of his lovers. They each accepted as he pulled them up. “Let’s take a shower together. I’m a sweaty mess.”
“A shower sounds good,” Erin said.
Gavin groaned, but he still followed them to the bathroom.
Once the water was hot, they climbed in, each jostling for space under the showerhead.
“Think your landlord would lose his shit if I put in a second showerhead on the other side?” Gavin asked.
“Probably,” Erin said. “But it would be worth losing my security deposit over.”
“Or…” Oliver started, taking the bottle of shampoo from Erin, squeezing a dollop onto his palm, and putting it back on the shelf before twisting her back to him so he could wash her hair. He massaged her scalp as she moaned with pleasure.
“God, that feels good,” she said.
“Or?” Gavin prompted.
“Or…we rebuild the apartment above the pub to suit our needs. And we move in there when it’s ready.”
Gavin grinned. “I like that idea.”
“You think your family would care?” Erin asked.
Oliver shook his head. “No. No one wants the apartment. Everyone is happily shacked up in their own places. I love it there,” he admitted.
“So do I,” Gavin said.
Erin nodded, smiling. “It’s awesome and big. We could do some pretty cool things with it.”
It was on the tip of Oliver’s tongue to point out the space was big enough to raise a family, one with seven kids, but he held back.
The last time he’d spouted off his wild dreams, Gavin dug in his heels and walked away.
And while he didn’t think—God, he hoped—he wouldn’t do the same this time, he recalled Gavin telling him all those years ago that he had no interest in bringing a kid into this world.
Oliver prayed he and Erin could change Gavin’s mind. Because Oliver didn’t just dream wild. He dreamed big.