9. Luca #2
I kiss along Blake’s jaw while he and Maceo break apart, then turn and catch Maceo’s mouth.
He tastes like resolve and whiskey-cedar warmth, and I moan softly into him, rocking my hips against Blake’s growing hardness.
Blake’s hands are on both of us, one cupping my ass, the other curled around Maceo’s neck, keeping us connected.
“Luca,” Blake murmurs against my ear, directing without demanding. “Let him feel how wet I know you already are.”
I reach down and guide Maceo’s hand between my thighs.
His fingers glide through the slick coating my skin and he growls low, the sound vibrating against my lips.
While he strokes me open, I keep kissing Blake, then turn back to Maceo so he doesn’t drift to the edges.
I push his shirt up and off, palms mapping every inch of his broad chest and stomach, then lower to palm the thick line of his cock through his pants.
“Both of you,” I whisper. “I need both of you touching me.”
Blake supports himself against the pillows and pulls me higher so he can mouth at my neck and chest while Maceo works two fingers inside me, stretching and curling just right.
I’m rocking between them, one hand fisted in Blake’s shirt, the other stroking Maceo through the fabric.
The three of us stay tangled—kisses traded, hands never leaving skin, scents blending into leather-musk, pear-spice, ocean-sweet, and whiskey-cedar.
I break the kiss with Maceo and look into his eyes. “Take me. Like this. With Blake right here, face to face.”
Blake’s mouth curves. He helps shift me, staying supported against the headboard while I settle on my knees between his spread thighs, facing him.
Maceo moves behind me, knees bracketing mine.
Blake cups my face and kisses me slow and filthy as Maceo lines up.
The blunt head of his cock presses against my slick hole and I push back, taking him in one smooth glide.
“Fuck—angel,” Maceo breathes, voice tight with restraint as he bottoms out. His knot is already swelling at the base, pressing against my rim.
Blake keeps kissing me, one hand on my cheek, the other stroking my cock in time with Maceo’s first careful thrusts.
I stay anchored between them, chest to chest with Blake, back arched into Maceo’s heat.
Every thrust pushes me forward into Blake’s hand and mouth.
Maceo’s palm is low on my stomach, holding me steady, while Blake murmurs encouragement against my lips.
“Feel him, Cupcake. So good for us. Let him give you what you need.”
I clench hard around Maceo’s cock as pleasure crashes through me, slick flooding between us as I gasp into Blake’s mouth. “Don’t stop,” I manage, voice wrecked. “Keep going, Maceo. Knot me.”
He groans, his control fraying, and starts thrusting harder. Blake holds my gaze the whole time, his thumb stroking my cheek. “You’re so perfect for us, Cupcake. God, I can feel how hard Maceo is fucking you.” Blake pulls me a little closer, capturing my lips with his. “So perfect.”
Maceo’s knot catches and locks against my rim, swelling fully as he comes with a low, broken sound, pulsing inside me. I shudder through the aftershocks, pressed tight between my mates.
“Not done yet,” I moan, trying to wiggle off Maceo’s knot the moment it starts to deflate.
Maceo chuckles as he eases himself out of me, cum and slick dribbling down my thighs. Ignoring that sensation other than a gasp slipping through lips, I turn my attention to Blake. He laughs softly as Maceo and I ease him a little lower on the pillows so he’s comfortable but still in control.
I settle beside him and slot my lips over his while Maceo mouths down his chest, then lower, taking Blake’s cock into his mouth. Blake slides one hand into my hair, his fingers curling tight against my scalp. His other hand rests heavy on Maceo’s shoulder as his breathing grows ragged.
I stroke my palm slowly over the center of his chest, my lips moving to nip at the warm skin just below his ear. “You’re beautiful like this, too, Bear. You know that, right?” He hums, the vibration moving through me. “Though, I won’t complain about being in the middle.”
Blake snorts, dragging me into another kiss before letting out a small moan. I glance down to see Maceo swallowing our Delta’s cock whole, his hand squeezing around Blake’s base. His other hand has Blake’s balls cupped in his palm, rolling them gently.
“God, that feels good,” Blake whispers as I press my lips to his shoulder, right over one of our Alphas’ bites.
When Blake gets close his hips twitch upward, his grip tightening hard in my hair. “Both of you,” he says, voice rough and strained. “Fuck.”
I slide down beside Maceo without hesitation, our Gamma moving over just enough to give me room.
Our tongues meet around the head of Blake’s cock as we lick over the sensitive tip together, taking turns sucking him deeper.
The taste of him fills my mouth and his scent spikes sweet around us, Blake’s hands tightening and loosening in my hair as his thighs start to shake beneath us.
Blake comes with a choked groan that breaks out of his chest as he spills across our tongues and lips in heavy pulses. The first shot lands on my tongue. The next coats Maceo’s lips, both of us licking him clean, milking every drop as I run a soothing hand over his thigh.
“You good, genius?” Maceo purrs as he sits up a little. I only look up long enough to see the dazed look on my Delta’s face before bending down to swallow his cock again.
When Blake lets out a low, strained moan, Maceo gently peels me off of our Delta before climbing off the bed.
“Let me go get something to clean you two up, okay?”
I nod, crawling back up the bed, immediately reattaching my lips to Blake’s. I can never get enough of his pear scent and it’s only gotten worse over the years. Not that it’s a bad thing and our mates don’t seem to mind.
A warm cloth wipes between my thighs, Maceo parting us long enough to clean Blake before letting us come back together.
Blake gently rolls us over until I’m in the middle, Maceo slotting himself behind me.
I twist around slowly so that I’m facing the ceiling, Maceo laying his hand on my stomach as Blake kisses down my cheek.
“You liked the designs?” Blake asks.
“Really? After that? You want to talk about work?” I huff out a laugh as Blake curls tighter against my side.
My breathing is still a little rough, my lids already sliding closed but I did like the designs.
“The library.” My eyes begin to close as I picture the window seat again.
“Grayson made the nest part of the room instead of hiding it.”
“He argued with three versions of that wall before he showed me.”
Maceo’s mouth brushes my shoulder. “The curved hallway will need stronger privacy language in the contractor agreement. Better sightlines cannot become an excuse to expand camera coverage.”
“We can add it to the list with Nicholas and Blossom,” I say. “Nothing gets approved until the resident board has seen the terms.”
Blake traces his thumb over one of my knuckles. “Sounds good to me.”
I turn my head enough to see Maceo. “Are we done with work talk?” Maceo nods and then I look over at Blake, who’s already half asleep and five seconds away from snoring. “I guess that answers that.”