Beneath him, Gio writhed and moaned, begging for Calder to slide inside of him. Everything about Gio was sensual and confident. He shone under Calder’s touch.
And now Lucien wanted to see both of them come apart under him.
Bending his head, Lucien pressed a kiss to Calder’s shoulder. “You want in him, baby?” he whispered in temptation. “His ass is so damn tight. You’ll never want to leave it.”
Calder nodded and pressed the head of his dick to Gio’s hole, slowly pushing in while both men sounded their pleasure. With shaking hands, Lucien snatched up the lube again, applying more to his fingers. As Calder worked his way inside, his hands braced on either side of Gio’s shoulders, Lucien rubbed his fingers over Calder’s entrance, carefully working just one finger in of him.
The breathing of both men grew more frantic and broken as Calder started thrusting inside of Gio while impaling himself on Lucien’s long fingers. Calder was so tight. He was going to feel amazing.
“Lucien!” Calder cried out.
With an almost feral grin, Lucien moved into position behind Calder and finally pushed inside of the man. Both Calder and Gio cried out in pleasure. Calder collapsed to his elbows and kissed Gio and Lucien slowly sheathed himself in Calder’s scalding hot body.
As he reached the hilt in Calder, Gio broke off the kiss and stared at Lucien over Calder’s shoulder. The wicked grin was there, but there was also desperate need in his dark eyes. “Fuck us both,” he panted, and Lucien was only too happy to oblige.
He thrust hard, filling Calder’s tight ass and pushing Calder deeper into Gio. All three of them moaned, and Lucien knew he was lost. His ears were filled with slapping skin, cries of pleasure, and shattered breathing. The only words he could make out were Calder’s, each time he begged for more or harder.
His orgasm barreled down on him too quickly. Lucien fought it as well as he could, desperate to bring his companions over the edge first. In the end, he wasn’t sure which of them went over first, only that it started a cascade they couldn’t stop. The orgasm slammed into Lucien so hard, it knocked the breath out of his lungs as he pumped himself into the condom.
When he pulled free of Calder and collapsed on the bed, his consciousness wavered for a second, his brain shorting out while his fucking toes tingled. He couldn’t remember ever coming so hard in his damn life. It nearly killed him.
Calder dropped to the mattress beside him, while Gio stretched an arm across Calder to rest on Lucien’s hip. A blissed-out smile pulled at the corners of Gio’s mouth while a look of pure peace spread across his face. Lucien pressed a kiss to the back of Calder’s head because it was the only piece of either of them he could reach without getting up, and he could not move just yet.
“Feeling better?” Gio asked playfully.
“Definitely.” Calder sighed, sounding like he was already falling asleep.
“Yes,” Lucien murmured, but he had to wonder if these two men had ruined him for sex forever. Nothing would ever be able to top this night.
Chapter Ten
Gio stood at the bottom of the front porch stairs, hating every one of the butterflies freaking out in his stomach. This was ridiculous. So what if he’d had the most mind-blowing sex of his life with these guys? Twice.
It was just sex.
Maybe a few laughs.
And waking up snuggled with two of the hottest men he’d ever met.
No big deal. He could pack up all those confusing emotions and bone-melting memories in his brain and forget about all of them. He could be a professional and keep his private life out of it.
Yeah, then why were his knees going weak at the idea of seeing Lucien and Calder again? His freaking palms were sweaty. This morning, he’d even splashed on his favorite cologne—a major upgrade from deodorant.
He was losing his mind. What was he even hoping for here? A lucky third time for their threesome? Nope. Not going to happen. Calder and Lucien were trying to work through some complicated stuff, and they had no interest in him beyond what he could offer in bed. There was no way in hell he was going back to being nothing more than a willing body trapped in a loving relationship that didn’t include loving him.
Memories of that last conversation with Dave and Lee froze the wings of the butterflies, leaving them chilled lumps in his gut. Thinking about his exes was a miraculous cure for any crazy thoughts about involvement with another person or persons. He was safer as a solo, having a little fun where he could find it.
Taking a deep breath, Gio turned around and looked at the manicured lawn and massive live oaks that dominated the yard. The house itself was a showplace with its rows of massive columns and delicate wrought-iron railing. The owners had gone to a lot of trouble restoring it. It was clear that the roof was new as well as the window. Everything seemed as if it had received a fresh coat of paint during the past year.