“I’m not sure I’m doing this right.” Justin’s breath caressed Antonio’s ear. “So tell me if it hurts.” He bit into Antonio’s shoulder, and a sharp, delicious pain spread from the fresh mark.
Antonio tilted his head back with a groan. “It hurts.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Justin asked.
“Christ, no.”
Justin’s chuckle rolled over Antonio, raising goosebumps in its wake. A second later, cold lube delivered with fingers met Antonio’s ass, and he hissed through gritted teeth. A groan tore from his throat when Justin nudged his opening, pushing inside enough to tempt.
Emily watched, lips parted in a silent gasp, and spread her legs wider, giving Antonio a perfect view of her glistening sex. When Justin pressed against Antonio’s hole with the head of his cock, Antonio forced himself to relax. He’d been with enough men that the experience wasn’t new, but with Justin it might as well be.
Justin hesitated, and Antonio pressed back into him, setting the pace and letting Justin in one excruciatingly slow inch at a time.
Emily’s chest heaved, and she fingered her clit. Antonio knew that tempting, flushed look. She was near climax. That the moment turned her on as much as it did him made him so hard it ached.
Justin buried himself to the hilt and grabbed Antonio’s hips. Antonio moaned, eyes closed, letting the sensation glide from his fingertips to his toes and focus on his dick.
Justin rocked against Antonio slowly, stretching him out and stealing his reason. Something warm and wet slipped along his shaft, and he opened his eyes to see Emily kneeling at his feet, watching him with hungry green eyes as she stroked him.
“I don’t want to come without you.” She gave him an exaggerated pout, before pulling her bottom lip up his length, and then taking him in her mouth.
“Fuck.” Justin let out a guttural groan. “Watching you two is better than good whiskey.”
Antonio didn’t know if he wanted to pound into Emily’s sucking, or grind back against Justin’s cock. He twisted his fingers in Emily’s hair and found a rhythm that let him do both.
Antonio held her gaze, captivated, as she continued to stroke and lick. She dropped her free hand between her legs again, and the moan that rumbled through his shaft confirmed what he could only glimpse—she was fingering herself.
He didn’t know which sensations to give his attention to. Her soft lips and hungry licks. Justin pounding into his ass. The sound of grunts mingling with the scent of arousal from the two people he loved.
Emily gave a muffled whimper when she came, shuddering against his grip, and increasing her attentions on his dick.
Justin clenched his fingers into Antonio’s hips hard enough to dig into his pelvis. That explained the tiny purple bruises Emily had sported the three weeks they worked together on PP together. The realization dialed up Antonio’s arousal another notch.
He pulled Emily to her feet, grasped her wrist, and drew her fingers into his mouth one at a time. She tasted incredible. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. His cock dug into her stomach, and she wrapped a fist around it, pumping and driving the head into her belly.
Justin’s thrusting was frantic now, and combined with Emily’s ministrations, made it impossible for Antonio to back. Orgasm spilled through and out of him, coating Emily’s hand and leaving a sticky mess between them.
Justin slammed into Antonio hard and fast, his groans shifting to punctuated grunts. He let out a long, low yell, before slowing to a stop. He rested his head against Antonio’s shoulder, his gasps for breath hot and heavy on Antonio’s back.
“God, I’m an idiot.” Justin’s lips moved against Antonio’s shoulder. “Taking so long to figure out what you already knew—that I love you.”
Antonio was never going to get tired of hearing that.
“Yeah, you are.” Emily smirked. She looked at Antonio. “But I suppose we’ve all been a bit dense.”
Antonio expected a flash of jealousy at the playful teasing Emily and Justin slid into without effort. What he felt instead was a light heart and a release he never expected.
Justin kissed up his neck, then nipped at his earlobe. “I’d be lost without you. I literally was.”
“Figuratively,” Emily corrected him.
“Me too,” Antonio said, knowing it didn’t quite make sense in the flow of conversation. They’d understand him anyway. He didn’t doubt it. This was perfect and then some.
*
EMILY LOVED WAKINGup next to Antonio, but she hadn’t realized how much she missed opening her eyes to him wrapped around her and seeing Justin next to her as well. Her heart stuttered with joy at the sight of the morning sunlight falling across his face and making his blue eyes as pale as ice.
It was difficult to focus on that this morning. She’d awoken to Antonio’s arm draped over her hip, fingers teasing her mound. She squeezed her legs together. She was already wet from the attention.