I let my breath out slowly and shakily and look from him to Rudy, expecting a glare, hurt, something. But it’s simply not there. And to my surprise, he moves toward me. “May I?” he asks softly, cupping my cheek in his hand.
I’m stunned, and all I can bring myself to do is nod. He leans in slowly and brushes his lips over mine. It’s a very different kiss from Dustin’s, gentler, but still unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Each kiss stirs a whole host of arousal in me, but combining them creates a heady cocktail of hormones that threatens to overwhelm me completely. But it’s like Dustin said. Everybody’s got needs.
When Rudy pulls away, it takes me a moment to remember how to breathe. He searches my face, gauging my reaction. I can’t help myself, I lean in and steal another kiss.
If they’re willing to open this door, I’m more than happy to step through. It always seemed like a farfetched fantasy, something I could dream about, but nothing more.
Slowly, I draw back. “Is this…ok?” I ask nervously, looking from one to the other, then back again.
“We wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t,” Rudy assures me.
“Have you guys…talked about this?”
“Not with you specifically,” he admits, “More in the hypothetical, with some abstract mystery woman. But yes, we’ve discussed it before.”
I blush. “Does it make a difference? Me versus the abstract mystery woman?”
“Not really, other than making it even better,” Dustin says.
“Oh, you’re smooth,” I giggle, “But I mean…what is this going to be, just some one-night threesome and then I go back to watching your kid every day?”
“Only if that’s what you want it to be, but that’s not what either of us want. We were wondering if you’d consider the possibility of being in a relationship with both of us.”
I furrow my brow in confusion, and Dustin explains that he knows a couple of other people in “throuples.” Apparently there was a bit of a scandal at his office a while back when the new receptionist got pregnant and suddenly two of the designers moved in together with her.
But when they’d come out with their unconventional three-way relationship, they’d been met with a surprising amount of acceptance.
I’d never thought about it, but I suppose it makes sense. I remember what Dustin had said a while ago about how he’d loved Rudy all along, and I wonder if maybe circumstances had been different, he and his wife might have embarked on something like this with their friend a long time ago.
Love isn’t some finite resource you can only give to one person. Hell, kids are proof of that. So why is it that people seem to be of the belief that we just have one soul mate? Maybe there are different mates for different parts of our souls.
“So, what do you think?” Rudy asks finally, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I think I want to try,” I whisper.
Chapter Seven
Rudy
It’s hard enough to get to the bedroom when you’ve got two horny people kissing and stripping each other, but when you’ve got three, it becomes a whole new level of tangled. But somehow, Dustin and I manage to get a half-naked Ava into our bedroom.
My lips find their way to one of her nipples while Dustin works at the button on her jeans and wriggles the tight denim down her hips. The soft, breathy moans and sighs she’s making are making my dick throb against my zipper.
She threads her fingers through my hair, keeping my head in place, and I tease the pebble-hard nub with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a gasp from the redhead. “Fuck, Rudy, that feels really good,” she whispers.
Her voice trembles, and I get the impression she’s never really told a man what feels good and how to touch her before. I lift my head slightly, brushing my lips over hers. “Good. Keep telling us,” I order.
With that, I push her back onto the bed in nothing but her panties, and to my delight, Dustin pounces, wrapping his lips around the nipple I had neglected. His hand slides up her thigh until he’s rubbing the soaked cotton covering her slit.
I drink in the sight while I unzip my pants and shove them, along with my boxers, down my hips, my erection springing free and standing at attention. I’m waiting for the jealousy to hit, to have that moment of anger at seeing my partner with someone else, but it never comes.
The only feeling I’m getting from watching them together is an aching need in my cock that’s screaming to be sated. Dustin slips his fingers under Ava’s panties and the little whimper that escapes her is enough to make me wrap my hand around my shaft and give it a few quick jerks, precum leaking from the head.
“Just like that, Dustin,” Ava gasps, “Right there, oh, fuck…”
Her hips buck and her back arches as she grinds against Dustin’s hand, and I stroke myself to the sight. He’s licking and sucking on her nipple while he teases her pussy with his fingers, and I decide to join in the fun.