Chapter 13
Maya
The bedroom was dark except for moonlight spilling through the window. White sheets. The same bed where I'd lain alone for so long, listening to the silence of an empty house.
Tonight, the house wasn't empty.
I kissed Griffin first, slow and deep, tasting the wine we'd had at dinner. His hands slid up my back, fingers working the zipper of my dress. The fabric pooled at my feet.
Then Ivan. His kiss was hungrier, more urgent. He palmed my breast through my bra, his thumb brushing my nipple until I gasped against his mouth.
"Tell us what you want." Griffin's voice was low in my ear. "Tonight is yours."
I'd wondered how this would feel, being the one in charge. Now, standing between them in nothing but my underwear, I understood. The power wasn't in controlling them. It was in being trusted enough to lead.
"I want to watch you," I said. "I want to see you together."
Ivan and Griffin faced each other. The moonlight carved shadows across Ivan's chest, highlighted the gold in Griffin's hair. They were so different, Ivan dark and broad, Griffin lean and fair. Both of them beautiful. Both of them mine.
"Come here," Ivan said, and Griffin went.
They kissed again, harder this time. Ivan's hands found the hem of Griffin's shirt, pulled it over his head. Griffin worked Ivan's belt loose, pushed his pants down his hips. Piece by piece, they undressed each other while I watched from the edge of the bed, my hand pressed between my thighs.
When they were both naked, Ivan pulled Griffin against him. Their cocks pressed together, both of them hard, both of them wanting. Griffin groaned and rolled his hips, creating friction that made Ivan hiss through his teeth.
"Fuck," Ivan breathed. "You feel..."
"I know." Griffin's voice was strained. "God, I know."
I slipped off my bra and underwear. Climbed onto the bed.
"Come here," I said. "Both of you."
They came.
* * *
Griffin's mouth on my breast. Ivan's fingers between my thighs. Two sets of hands, two mouths, two men who'd learned how to share.
I arched into their touch. Griffin's tongue circled my nipple while Ivan's fingers slid through my folds, parting me, finding the swollen bundle of nerves that made my hips jerk.
"So wet already." Ivan's voice was a growl. "Is this what watching us does to you?"
"Yes," I gasped. "God, yes."
Griffin lifted his head. "I want to taste you."
Before I could respond, he was moving down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of heat across my stomach. Ivan shifted to give him room, his fingers withdrawing as Griffin settled between my thighs.
The first stroke of Griffin's tongue made me cry out. He licked me in slow, deliberate strokes, base to tip, avoiding the spot where I needed him most. Teasing me. Making me wait.
"Please," I begged. "Griffin, please..."
"Please what?" He smiled against my flesh.
"You know what."
"Say it."
"Make me come."
His lips closed around my clit and he sucked.
My back bowed off the bed. Ivan caught my hands, pinned them above my head, held me in place while Griffin devoured me. The dual sensation of Griffin's mouth and Ivan's grip was almost too much.
"That's it," Ivan murmured. "Let go. We've got you."
Griffin added two fingers, curling them inside me as he sucked. The pressure built and built until I was shaking, until I couldn't think, until...
I shattered with a scream.
Griffin worked me through it, his fingers pumping, his tongue gentling as the waves crested and receded. When I finally went limp, he lifted his head, mouth glistening.
"Beautiful," he said.
Ivan released my hands. Kissed my forehead. "You okay?"
I laughed weakly. "Better than okay."
"Good." Ivan smiled, really smiled, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Because we're not done."
* * *
They switched.
Ivan's mouth on me now, his tongue pushing inside while Griffin's cock slid between my lips. The taste of him, salt and musk and want, filled my mouth as I sucked, taking him deep.
"Fuck, Maya..." Griffin's hand fisted in my hair. "Your mouth is incredible."
I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips stutter. Ivan groaned against my core, the sound sending jolts through my already oversensitive flesh.
This was what I'd wanted. All of us, tangled together. No one left out. No one watching from the outside.
Griffin pulled back before he could finish. His cock slipped from my lips, bobbing, slick with my saliva.
"I want to be inside you," he said. "While Ivan..."
He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to.
I looked at Ivan, who'd lifted his head from between my thighs. His green eyes were dark with want, but there was a question there too. A need for permission.
"Yes," I said. "I want that. I want to see you inside him while he's inside me."
Ivan's breath caught.
"You sure?" he asked.
"I'm sure."
Griffin retrieved the lube from the nightstand. Tossed it to Ivan. Behind Griffin, I heard the tear of foil.
Then Griffin positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging my slick folds. I spread my legs wider, wrapped them around his waist, pulled him in.
He sank into me in one long stroke.
We both groaned. Griffin stilled, buried to the hilt, letting us both adjust. His forehead pressed against mine.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too."
Behind him, Ivan was preparing himself. Preparing Griffin. I couldn't see it from this angle, but I could hear the click of the lube bottle, could feel Griffin tense and then relax as Ivan's fingers worked him open.
"Okay?" Ivan asked.
Griffin nodded against my forehead. "Yeah. More."
The bed shifted as Ivan positioned himself. I felt the moment he began to push in, Griffin's whole body shuddered, his cock twitching inside me.
"Oh fuck," Griffin breathed. "Oh fuck, that's..."
"Tell me if it's too much," Ivan said.
"Don't stop."
Ivan groaned behind him. "So tight. Christ, Griffin."
They stayed still. All three of us, connected. Griffin inside me, Ivan inside Griffin. A chain. A circle. A closed loop of pleasure and want and belonging.
Then Ivan began to move.
His thrusts pushed Griffin into me. Each stroke sent Griffin's cock driving deep, filling me, stretching me. I clung to Griffin's shoulders as the rhythm built, as Ivan's pace increased, as the wet sounds of three bodies moving together filled the room.
"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, yes, yes..."
Griffin's face was beautiful in his pleasure, mouth slack, eyes glazed, lost between us. Ivan's hands gripped his hips, pulling him back onto his cock with every thrust forward.
I reached down and touched myself, circling my clit in time with their rhythm. The pressure built impossibly fast. I was still sensitive from before, still primed.
"I'm close," I warned. "I'm going to..."
"Come," Ivan commanded. "Come for us, Maya."
I did.
My whole body seized. I clenched around Griffin's cock, triggering his own release. He cried out, buried himself deep, spilling inside me. Behind him, Ivan groaned, his thrusts turning erratic as Griffin's body tightened around him.
"Fuck... Maya... Griffin..." Ivan's voice broke. He slammed forward one final time and came with a shout.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sweat and heaving breath. For a long time, no one spoke. We just lay there, still connected, letting our heartbeats slow.
Griffin was the first to move. He slipped out of me, disposed of the condom Ivan had used, then crawled back to pull us both close. Ivan curled against my other side, his arm thrown across my waist, his fingers tangling with Griffin's.
I looked at them, my men. Both of them flushed and satisfied and looking at me with expressions so tender I thought my chest might crack open.
"So," Ivan said. His voice was hoarse. "I guess we're really doing this."
Griffin laughed. "Bit late for second thoughts."
"Not second thoughts." Ivan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "Just... making sure."
I reached up to touch his face. Then Griffin's.
"It's official," I said. And instead of explaining what I meant, I reached for both of them, one hand on Griffin's chest, one on Ivan's. Felt their heartbeats under my palms.
Griffin's hand squeezed Ivan's across my stomach.
"Together," they said in unison.
* * *
I met Jenna at the coffee shop on Third Street, the one with the exposed brick and the barista who always spelled her name wrong. She was already there when I arrived, tucked into the corner booth with a latte and an expression that said she knew something was coming.
"Okay." She set down her cup. "You've been dodging my calls for a week. You have that look you get when you're about to tell me something I won't like. Just say it."
I wrapped my hands around my own cup.
"Ivan's back."
Her face went through several expressions in quick succession, confusion, recognition, then anger. "Ivan. Your ex Ivan. The one who ghosted you and moved across the country."
"He didn't ghost me. He..." I stopped. "Okay, he kind of ghosted me. But he's back. And he's been staying at the house."
"Staying at the house." Jenna's voice was flat. "With you and Griffin."
"Yes."
"Maya." She leaned forward. "I introduced you to Griffin. I told you he was one of the good ones. I vouched for him."
The guilt hit harder than I expected. She had introduced us, at her birthday party last spring. She'd practically shoved us together.
"I just..." She stopped. Shook her head. "I don't want to see you hurt. And this feels like a lot of ways to get hurt."
"That's not what this is."
"Then explain it to me. Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're juggling two men who both think they have all of you."
I took a breath. This was the part I'd been rehearsing in my head for days, the part where I said it out loud and made it real.
"Griffin knows about Ivan. He's known since the beginning. And we're not... I'm not choosing between them. We're together. All three of us."
Silence.
Jenna picked up her latte. Set it down. Picked it up again.
"All three of you," she repeated.
"Yes."
"Together. Like... together together."
"Yes."
"You're sleeping with both of them."