Because I wanted it.
“I’m okay,” I said to Everett first, then Gage. “I swear it.”
Both men seemed to marginally relax, which just made me love them even more. No one had ever put me first before.
No one.
Now I had two people who wouldn’t stop putting me first.
I stepped into Gage’s arms and kissed him. I let the mantle of my past slide off my shoulders as I focused on the here and now. Gage kissed me back. There was no rush in how he consumed my mouth and that helped me relax. After a few minutes, my body’s need began to kick in and I tugged at Gage’s shirt. I was going to end up with his dick in my ass, but that sure as shit didn’t mean I needed to be a passive participant.
“Off, now,” I demanded.
A smiled drifted across Gage’s features and I knew why it was there. To say I had a tendency to be aggressive in bed was an understatement and he and I knew it. That smile was about welcoming the real me back.
Gage reached behind his shoulders to tug his shirt off. The man was so flawlessly built, he might as well have been carved from goddamn marble. I let my hands slide over the miles and miles of hot skin. If someone had asked me what my most favorite part of Gage’s body was, I’d have been obligated to tell the sappy truth and admit it was his eyes. But by far, my second favorite part was most definitely his ass. And not because I’d gotten to feel the tightness of it around my dick more than once already.
Okay, well, not only for that reason.
I let my hand slide down Gage’s back, past the waistband of his jeans to said ass. Gage groaned and then he was kissing me.
Really kissing me.
The deep, raw, dirty kisses that left me stupid.
I managed to kiss him back as I worked his zipper down. It took every ounce of willpower I had to break the kiss and drop to my knees. I fumbled to carefully work his thick dick free of his pants. I’d had the fat cock in my mouth several times already, but I couldn’t help but feel a bit apprehensive about having it stretch my ass. I leaned in to lick up the drop of pre-cum that welled up from the tip, then did it again a second later when more of the clear fluid collected there. I could have lapped at him all day, but my own dick was on an upward trajectory now that my nerves were no longer getting the best of me.
It took several passes over Gage’s cock to finally deep throat him. His response was immediate and very, very satisfactory.
“Nash, fuck,” he growled. His fingers sifted through my hair, then closed over the back of my head. I let him hold me in place while he fucked my mouth, but he never went deeper than I could handle. I was dimly aware of the sound of a zipper, but since it wasn’t mine and Gage’s was already down, I knew whose it was. Just the idea of Everett jerking himself off as he watched us was enough to get all my cylinders firing. I used my hands to pull Gage’s pants down as I continued to suck him. I barely lost my rhythm as I sought out his hole and began rubbing it with the pad of my finger.
“Jesus, fuck!” Gage snarled.
I wanted to laugh at how we’d gone from him calling my name to Jesus’s, but that would have meant giving up the cock that was currently shoved down my throat.
Nope, not happening.
But Gage took the choice away from me when he put his hands beneath my armpits and dragged me to my feet. He sealed his mouth over mine as he began tearing at the buttons of my shirt. I tried to help him, but he knocked my hands away. He let out a curse, then grabbed the material and just ripped. Buttons went flying, but I didn’t care in the least. I’d buy a shirt for every day of the year if it meant having this man want me so much that he couldn’t wait to get me undressed.
“Off,” he practically snarled as he shoved at the offending material. I quickly worked the shirt off my arms as Gage’s hands skated over my chest. His mouth latched onto my collarbone, then blazed a trail up my throat. He alternated between nipping, kissing and sucking as he made his way back to my mouth.
“Mark me, damn it,” I demanded.
Gage knew exactly what I was asking. One of us had accidentally given Everett a hickey one night on his neck that his shirt collar hadn’t covered. Gage had been forced to make an early morning run to the drug store to buy some concealer to cover the damn thing and poor Everett had had to run to the bathroom every couple of hours to check it and reapply. While we’d had a good laugh about it the following night, we’d agreed that we’d have to be more careful going forward.