3. Zaire #2
I’m still looking at the thicker base. “What kind of enhancement?”
“One you don’t need a technical explanation for.”
“That means you don’t know how to explain it.” I reach down again, tracing the edge of the swelling with my thumb while Elio works around my hand. Khalil’s stomach tightens beneath his shirt, and his grip closes around the back of my neck again.
“You talk too much.”
“I’ve been told.” I glance down at Elio, who looks entirely too satisfied with himself, then back at Khalil. “Whatever you paid for it, worth it.”
A quiet laugh comes from behind me.
Auden has stayed close enough to watch without inserting himself, but now he steps around the side of the table and into Khalil’s line of sight.
Elio and I have had Khalil before. Auden hasn’t, and judging by the way his amber eyes move from Khalil’s face down to Elio’s mouth and back again, he’s done watching us have all the fun.
Auden takes off his glasses, folds them carefully, and sets them on the far end of the table.
Then he steps closer until he’s standing directly in front of Khalil.
“They’ve told me too many times what you taste like.
” His voice stays calm, but his eyes drop briefly to Khalil’s mouth.
“I’m tired of taking their word for it.”
Auden steps closer, pressing his side against Khalil’s as his hand sifts into Elio’s, stuffing him between us.
He reaches between us, pinching Khalil’s chin and turning him to the right.
Then Auden kisses the man, Khalil’s entire body seems to snap tight as his arm closes around Auden’s waist, hauling him closer with enough force that Auden has to brace a hand against his chest.
Khalil kisses him like he’s been waiting for it, and maybe he has, because I’ve never seen him lose control that quickly. A second later, another rough sound punches out of Khalil as he spills down Elio’s throat.
I lean back grinning as Elio stands up and I steal a kiss from him, tasting Khalil on his lips. “God, I forgot how delicious the man tastes,” I purr.
Khalil breaks away from Auden and looks at me. His breathing is heavier now, his pupils blown wide enough to darken his eyes. “Turn around.”
My grin only widens as I turn around, shaking my ass in his direction.
Khalil presses me over the edge of the table, and Elio moves into my line of sight while Auden comes around the other side.
Khalil shoves my pants down to my knees as Elio kisses along my jaw, and Auden catches my mouth, one hand settling against my shoulder while his tongue slides against mine.
The three of them crowd every part of my awareness until I can barely decide who I want to touch first.
Auden chucks one of the lube packets we keep stocked on literally every surface to Khalil.
I hear the package being torn open, before he slicks his fingers and then pulls me closer to the edge.
I brace myself on my forearms, expecting him to take a minute getting me ready, but the first touch has him slowing instead.
His fingers press in easily enough that Khalil pauses behind me. He works them deeper, then pulls back slightly before doing it again, like he’s checking something he doesn’t quite believe. “You’re already loose.” Another pass has his hand stilling against me. “And slick.”
Slick? I frown and look back at him. “What?” I know exactly how stupid the question sounds the second it leaves my mouth, but it doesn’t make any more sense in my head. “I haven’t been fucked in a few days.”
“Good to know you prepped,” Auden chuckles beside me, calm as ever while his hand settles against my shoulder.
I almost agree with him. It would be the obvious answer, except I didn’t.
I know I didn’t. I showered, got dressed, came downstairs, started drinking, and spent most of the night watching Khalil across the room like I had no sense.
There was no fucking prep involved in any of that, and yet my body is acting like I planned this hours ago.
But I didn’t—
Khalil’s hand closes around my hip before I can finish the thought. There’s a strange look on his face when I glance back again, his attention caught somewhere between me and whatever his fingers just found, but he doesn’t explain it.
He pushes into me in one hard thrust, and every question in my head disappears under the sudden stretch and pressure.
My palms skid across the polished tabletop while Auden catches my wrist and braces my shoulder with his other hand, keeping me from sliding farther as Khalil holds himself deep behind me.
“Fuck.” I barely get the word out before Khalil pulls back and drives into me again, harder this time, and whatever had been bothering me about being too loose, too slick, too ready gets shoved somewhere far enough away that I can’t hold onto it.
Elio laughs against the side of my neck before catching my jaw and turning my face toward him. “You good?”
I kiss Elio instead of answering, catching the back of his neck and pulling him close enough that his laugh disappears against my mouth.
Khalil settles into a rhythm behind me while I’m distracted, each thrust driving me harder against the edge of the table, and Auden stays close on my other side with one hand wrapped around my forearm.
When I finally break away from Elio to breathe, Auden catches my jaw and turns me toward him instead.
There’s too much happening at once to hold onto any single sensation for long.
Khalil’s fingers digging into my hips. Elio kissing down the side of my throat while his hand slides over my chest. Auden’s mouth moving against mine.
Khalil pulling almost completely out before driving back in hard enough that my knees threaten to buckle, only Auden’s grip keeping me from sliding farther across the table.
A sound gets trapped somewhere between my throat and Auden’s mouth, embarrassingly close to a whine, and I already know neither of them is ever going to let me forget it. Elio grins against my shoulder like he heard every bit of it. “He definitely upgraded. I’ve never heard you whine, Z.”
Khalil’s fingers tighten into my hip. “Keep talking and you’re next, Elio.”
I manage to turn my head enough to look back at him. His shirt has fallen open, his chest rising harder now, but somehow he still looks far too composed for somebody currently fucking me hard enough to make the table complain beneath us. “Not really a threat, Khal.”
The next thrust wipes the rest of the sentence clean out of my head.
My fingers clamp around Auden’s arm while Khalil pulls me back into him at the same time he drives forward, changing the angle enough that my whole body jerks.
Auden laughs softly and kisses me again, while Elio slides his fingers into my hair and keeps me turned toward them as Khalil works me harder from behind.
Every time he draws back, I push my hips toward him, chasing the next thrust until his palm spreads across my lower back and he slows me down.
“Careful.”
I glance over my shoulder. “Why?”
Khalil doesn’t answer right away. His jaw tightens as he looks down between us, and before I can ask again, he pushes forward slowly enough that I notice what I missed when he was moving harder.
The base of his cock feels thicker. A lot thicker.
The swollen ridge I touched earlier presses firmly against me at the end of the thrust, stretching me wider before Khalil pulls back. I suck in a breath, expecting the pressure to disappear with him, but when he pushes in again, there’s more of it.
“Oh, fuck.”
Auden’s hand moves from my shoulder across my chest when my arms start shaking. “What?”
“The enhancement.” I can hear how breathless I sound and don’t even care. Khalil pushes into me again, slower this time, and I grip Auden tighter as the swollen base presses against me. “Holy shit.”
Elio kisses just below my ear. “You’re still calling it that?”
“That’s what he called it.” I shove my hips backward experimentally and immediately regret how good it feels. The thick ridge catches at my entrance, forcing me wider around it before Khalil catches my hip and stops me from taking more. “Fuck, Khal.”
I’ve had him before. I know exactly what his cock feels like, and this is absolutely not what was happening the last time. Whatever he had done really did change something, because the base feels broader every time he pushes against me.
Except—I frown against Auden’s shoulder. It wasn’t this big when Elio first got his pants open.
Khalil pulls back, then drives forward again, and the thought scatters when the thickened base pushes farther inside me. The stretch hits hard enough to punch a groan out of me, my fingers digging into Auden’s arm as my forehead drops against his shoulder.
“Fuck. Fuck, hold on.”
Khalil stops immediately. He stays deep while my body adjusts around him, one hand spreading over my lower back and the other gripping my hip. The pressure is intense without crossing into pain, a deep stretch that makes every muscle in my stomach tighten and sends heat rolling straight through me.
Elio’s fingers slip from my curls to the back of my neck. “You okay?”
I nod against Auden’s shoulder and breathe out slowly. “Yeah. Just—fuck.”
Auden kisses my temple, his arm tightening around my chest when my knees threaten to give again. I can feel Elio laughing against my shoulder, but my attention has gone right back to Khalil. More specifically, to the thick pressure still holding me open.
I flex experimentally around him and Khalil sucks in a breath behind me. I do it again and his fingers dig harder into my hip. “Zaire.”
“What?” I’m grinning now, even though he can’t see most of it with my face pressed against Auden. “You’re the one who bought the fancy dick.”
Elio loses it beside me. Khalil mutters something that sounds suspiciously like a threat before he starts moving again. He pulls back slowly, and the swollen base drags against me on the way out, making my thighs tense before he presses forward again.
This time I’m ready for it.