Calling the Shots (6 page)

Nodding seemed to be a challenge, but Oliver managed. “Burns good.”

“I’ll make it so much better.” Josh bit down on Oliver’s shoulder over the tip of a tattooed barb. “Move.”

He knew he was being greedy, taking joy in watching them twist and stretch for his pleasure. In that moment Josh realized that, if he did this, went down this road with both of them by his side, there was the distinct possibility he’d become hooked. Doomed to repeat his own mistakes—Paul and Sadie the sequel. From hell. The revenge. Whatever.

Beth combed her fingers through her hair. For the moment, she was focused on Oliver, which gave Josh the perfect opportunity to take in her profile. Recently she’d been lacking her usual unassuming confidence, but her understated sexiness was a blessing after the constant onslaught of in-your-face he lived every day at the club. She had become his center in the sexed-up storm of his life. Normal in a world of extremes.

He really didn’t have a handle yet on what Oliver gave him. But he would.

“Oliver.” Josh waited for the word to penetrate through his sex-addled brain. “Do you still want to taste her?”

Before Josh could say another words, Oliver rolled over to press against Beth, pushing aside her bra. Oliver’s words were nearly lost on her skin as he licked at the underneath side of her breast. “Watch her all day. Want to…need to have her.”

“You can, if you’re a good boy.” Josh climbed onto the side of the bed, staying high on his knees. He pulled Oliver back by the hair and ignored his groan. “Now Beth, I want you to take off those panties and toss them my way.”

She was as anxious as Oliver and moved with a speed he normally didn’t associate with her. The juice-soaked fabric left a damp mark on his chest where it landed.

Beth smirked. “Sorry about that.”

“When was the last time someone went down on you?” God, he almost hated to ask.

“Mitch, and he didn’t very often. He said it grossed him out.”

“Mitch was a fuckup.” Oliver jerked in Josh’s hold, almost struggling to get away. “Let me go. I want her.”

“Are you going to show her how good it can be, to have a real man between her legs? Devouring her cunt?”

Oliver groaned.

“Are you going to suck on her clit and push your fingers so deep in her she explodes all over your face? Fuck her pussy with your hand?”

“Yes, yes, yes please. Let me.”

Beth’s face flushed and a fine sheen of sweat covered her skin. And while all this was clearly new to her—being with two men—she was excited to learn and try. Wanted to please and be pleased. Her hands were skimming her stomach, teasing the skin as she silently taunted them. He wasn’t about to say no.

Josh let go of Oliver’s hair, giving him a gentle shove in the direction of her pussy. “I want you to make her scream. Make her squirt if you can. I want to see her juices all over your face.”

Oliver jumped into position, pushing Beth’s thighs up until her knees touched her chest. Her bare pussy shone in the light, her arousal dampening her skin. He inhaled deep and gently bit the inside of her thigh.

“So good, baby,” he muttered against her skin. “Wanted to do this…for so…”

What little vocabulary Oliver had left evaporated as he licked a long, slow path up from her asshole to her clit. The expression on her face told Josh as much as her breathless, “Oh God.”

“No one do that for you, sweets?” Josh shifted so he could lie down alongside her. Now not only could he see Oliver work, he could reach her nipples. “I take it your boy Mitch would think eating your ass was more disgusting than your beautiful pussy. He didn’t know the pleasure he could give a woman that way. You’ve needed a real man.
Men.
”

Her mouth was open and her tongue dipped out to rest along the inside of her bottom lip, arching up. Josh leaned in and flicked his tongue over her erect nipple, trying to match Oliver’s rhythm. It didn’t take long before her moans filled the room. Shit, it was the most amazing sound ever.

“Make her come, Oliver. Use your fingers and coax it out of her. Press into her cunt and work her over. That’s it.”

The younger man caught and held Josh’s gaze as he did as commanded. Beth reached out and pressed her hand into Josh’s hair, pulling harder as her orgasm approached. The two of them continued to work her body, playing it like seasoned pros. They fell into a rhythm of sucking and licking, a silent communication passing between them. Josh gave one slow blink and in almost perfect timing, they both sucked hard, pushing Beth over the edge.

Her screams were the best music. The sharp bite of pain along his scalp as her fingers dug into the sensitive flesh sent a jolt along the length of his cock. Only once she started begging did they pull back.

Oliver’s face was damp with her come, glistening as much as Beth’s pussy. His eyes were wide and his short hair was tousled. It almost reminded Josh of Paul and their night together with Sadie. Except Paul hadn’t looked at Josh like he wanted to suck his brain out through his cock. And Sadie had never tugged at his shoulder and whispered, “Josh, kiss me. Now.”

He’d never been a strong enough man to resist a request from a beautiful woman.

Beth’s body had softened from the power of her release. She was nearly boneless beneath him as he caressed her body. With some effort, he remembered not to put too much weight on her as he explored her mouth, neck and shoulder with his tongue.

Another body climbed against them both. “Me too.”

It wasn’t so much a kiss as the sloppy brush of mouths together. He could feel Oliver thrusting against Beth. They weren’t fucking, but Oliver ground his cock against her thigh. His hips took on a life of their own, bucking forward to match the beat.

“Shit,” she whispered. “Yeah, I want you both to do that. Come all over me.”

Oliver pressed his forehead to her breast, his hand grabbing hold of Josh’s arm. “Can’t stop.”

“Don’t.” Josh reached across and latched on to Oliver’s shoulder. They were trapped together, humping and grinding, holding on to each other for dear life. It hadn’t been what Josh was planning, but somehow it was perfect.

The flush on Oliver’s neck deepened a minute before his body lost the graceful rhythm that had taken over command of his body. That was the only warning of his orgasm. Oliver didn’t scream, but the long, guttural groan was exactly what Josh wanted to hear.

Different and wonderful. He lost himself in the magic, the unexpected delight of doing everything expected and yet veering off to a place he hadn’t traveled to before. Josh closed his eyes and tried to memorize the smell of Beth and the feel of Oliver’s come against her thigh and his fingers.

Those few thoughts were obliterated as his pleasure set his body on fire. His muscles tightened and his brain short-circuited as sheer joy took over every empty spot in his body. He came hard, the hot semen guiding his way, making his thrusting even easier. The last wave of pleasure waned, leaving him a mindless heap.

No one spoke for a long while. A tiny voice in the back of his head whispered that now would be the moment one of them would say something.
Thank you for the great evening, Josh, and gee, look at the time.

Beth took a deep breath, but instead of words, she let out a soft sigh. Oliver chuckled.

This was…different. Chancing a glance, Josh was surprised to see the two lounging together, more relaxed than he remembered. Together in his bed.

Oliver cracked open an eye, a sleepy smile crossing his lips. “You okay, boss-man?”

He nodded. “We better get Beth cleaned up or she’ll hate us in the morning.” There was something soothing about wiping her belly with the tissue. It felt right to take care of her. “Blanket?”

“Shit yes, I’m freezing.” Beth sighed again, this time turning on her side. “Can I use your shower in the morning?”

In the morning?
It was a novel idea. “Sure. I can’t promise girly soap though.”

“I’m just thankful you have a king-sized bed.” Oliver made a snuffling sound as he spooned around Beth. “Don’t want to land on my ass once you two get all comfy.”

As they settled down and their breathing evened out, Josh lay on his side, watching them. Despite the strength of his release, his body still hummed. This was different and new. He tried not to think about the potential, about how badly he wanted this. To be a part of something.

Oliver and Beth.

Paul and Sadie.

Careful not to disturb them, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Shit, what the hell was he doing?

Chapter Eight

At some point Josh had drifted off into a fitful sleep. The dream started off pleasantly enough. He was at the club, walking naked through the building. The sounds of fucking filled the air, making him hard and desperate to join in. People were sprawled out on the floor in heaps, limbs tangled together as they ground against one another. His name was being called out, but he didn’t know by whom. He needed to find that voice.

Josh shivered as the desire-filled moans grew louder, tempting him from his chosen path to come closer. No, he couldn’t—he had to stay focused.

Ignoring the grabbing hands, he moved down the too-long hallway, searching each room for the voice. Wait, not a voice. Voices.

He knew it was a dream, but it didn’t make opening the door at the end of the hall any less difficult. Standing in the center of the room were his parents. Loud discussions had filled his childhood with noise. Painful silences punctuated his teen years. And when his mother shifted her attacks toward him, the echo of her shouts still rang in his ears.

The words coming from them made no sense, as though he was hearing them underwater. Neither noticed his presence as he stood there bared before them. As the pointing and sharp tones grew louder, Josh wanted to rush between them and beg them to stop. There was no point. This was about him, always the root of their problems.

Useless. Perverted. Whore.

His mother spun around to face him. Josh froze in place, his feet unwilling to take him away from the hate and rage directed at him. She’d only gone a few paces toward him when his dad reached out and grabbed her by the arm. Their shouts rose in volume, giving Josh the shove he needed to flee.

He nearly got out of the room when Paul and Sadie appeared wrapped in each other’s arms by the door. They were smiling and happy, but ignored him as they laughed at a shared joke. Josh turned again. His parents were gone, even as their shouts lingered, chasing him as he moved back through the club. Jagged shapes rose up through the walls, reaching for him. There was no comfort anywhere. Nowhere for him to sit and rest. God, he was tired.

Stumbling out into the main club, Josh was suddenly alone in the cavernous space. Leather and chains, restraints and equipment of all shapes and sizes filled the room. Everything familiar, and yet twisted around so he didn’t know what things were. Trapped in the shrinking space, he couldn’t find a way out. Everything rose up, higher and higher until the mound reached the ceiling.

The top of the pile hit the rafters, wavered for a moment, before crashing down on top of him.

Josh sucked in a gasp as he sat up. Swinging his legs around, he braced his hands on his knees and tried to get his breathing under control. Shit, it had been months since he’d had that dream. What the hell had brought it on?

“Josh?” It was Oliver’s voice, but Beth’s hand on his shoulder.

“Go back to sleep.”

“Are you okay?” Beth pressed a kiss to the middle of his back. “Bad dream?”

“I’m good.” He turned, sliding away from her touch. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Not wanting to see their faces, Josh strode into the bathroom and closed the door. Unexplained panic made it hard to breathe and had his heart racing. He leaned on the sink and tried to relax, get his body under control. It was just a stupid dream, one he’d had off and on for years. It was stupid and unpredictable and now over. Hell, Beth and Oliver didn’t even seem to mind being ripped from their own pleasant dreams while he freaked out.

Nothing bad had happened. There’d been no fighting, no rushing away or excuses. In that way Beth and Oliver were a complete departure from any of his other lovers. Everything had been perfectly normal.

It terrified him.

Time slipped away from him until there was a light knock at the door. “You okay?” Oliver asked.

“Yup.”

“Can you open up? Beth wants a wet cloth to clean off our mess. Apparently Kleenex doesn’t cut it.”

Josh flicked the door open as he turned the water on. Oliver smiled at him, his hair sticking up and his eyes droopy. He would have been adorable if he’d been dressed. But Josh found it hard to classify Oliver’s well-defined abs, black tattoos and half-hard cock as anything less than sexy. Shaking away the lingering darkness, Josh grabbed a cloth and ran it under the water. “I didn’t mean to wake the two of you up.”

Oliver’s noncommittal noise bordered on a yawn. “Why waste time sleeping?”

“Are you two going to stand there and gossip all night? I’m getting itchy over here.”

Josh threw the warm cloth, his aim true when it landed against the side of Beth’s breast.

“Bastard!”

He’d had enough of dark dreams for one night. There were two naked beauties in his room. The possibilities were endless.

“Better hurry up.” Josh stepped against Oliver. “Round two will be starting soon.”

“I like the sound of round two.” Oliver’s voice was soft and sleepy. “I’m hoping there will be some fucking as part of it.”

“And do you want to be giving or receiving?” Josh slid his hand down to cup Oliver’s ass.

“Yes.” Oliver licked the side of Josh’s neck.

“Are you sure? I know you’ve never…”

Pulling back to stare at him, Oliver nodded. “More certain than anything. Earlier simply confirmed things for me.”

The slap of the damp facecloth against Josh’s arm drew his attention back to Beth.

“Are you two starting without me? Because that’s not fair.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Josh gently pulled Oliver back, hating the way he missed the younger man’s touch. “Let’s show her what she’s been missing.”

“Promise?” There was a note of pleading in Oliver’s voice. Despite how far the three of them had come tonight, Oliver still believed he would be pushed away.

“I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He squeezed Oliver’s ass cheek. “I haven’t had a chance to fuck you yet.” The whine from Oliver was encouraging. Josh crowded him against the doorjamb, taking advantage of his larger body to keep him in place. “I can’t wait to see your face when I inch inside your body, stretching you out. I want to hear your groans when I hit your prostate.” Josh nipped at Oliver’s shoulder.

Beth’s moan came as a surprise. Her hand moved slowly between her legs. Her attention not fixed on any one thing, she worked to get herself off. Reaching up, Josh slid his hand into Oliver’s hair and pulled his head to the side, exposing his neck.

“She’s getting off watching us.”

“W-what’s she doing?”

“Rubbing her clit. I don’t think she’s put her fingers in her pussy yet. Have you, Beth?”

Blond locks spilled across his pillow when she shook her head. Oliver was full-hard now and his cock bumped against the side of Josh’s thigh.

With his free hand, Josh cupped Oliver’s erection, giving his balls a squeeze. “Time for bed.”

“O-okay.”

Josh pulled Oliver with him but shifted his attention to Beth. Her hand continued its exploration of her cunt, even as she widened her legs to give them a better view. Wetness made the smooth skin of her pussy shine from the bathroom light. He’d missed out on tasting her before. But not this time.

Pressing Oliver to the bed beside Beth, Josh leaned in and licked her pussy. The muscles of her thighs tightened, but she didn’t squeeze his face with her legs. God, she was sweet and tangy. The smell of her arousal and the mix of their semen filled his nose, making his head buzz. Circling her clit with his tongue, Josh had to force himself to pull away before she came.

“I have plans for you, miss.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers. “And our boy here would very much like to fuck you.”

“Condoms?” Oliver licked both Josh’s fingers and Beth’s nipple.

“I’ll get them. Don’t either of you dare move.”

Even simply rolling across the bed to reach the nightstand drawer put Josh too far away for his liking. Now that they’d started this, he couldn’t get enough of the skin-on-skin contact. Oliver groaned and the bed shifted as Josh snagged the package of condoms and a mostly full bottle of lube. Turning around revealed Oliver lying on top of Beth, her knees pulled up and her legs hooked around his lower back.

“I thought I told you not to move?”

“Couldn’t wait.” Oliver pressed his cheek to Beth’s chest. “You have stuff?”

Josh held it up. “This isn’t going to last long enough if we don’t settle down.”

“Listen to him.” Beth raked her nails down Oliver’s back. “You’ve wanted this for a long time now. Don’t want to ruin it by coming too fast.”

“Fuck.” Oliver raised himself onto his hands and knees. It had the dual effect of pulling his lower body away from Beth while thrusting his ass high into the air. “You two will kill me. Every day you kill me.”

Josh groaned. Oliver wouldn’t be the only one dying. Rolling back over to join them, he leaned in and bit gently down on Oliver’s hip. “How long have you wanted this?”

“Since my goddamned interview.” Oliver’s face was flushed and his hips thrust into the empty space above Beth. “I was hard as a rock when I left. Wanted to jerk off in my car. Did jerk off in the shower. I’ve never…reacted that way before.”

Josh took advantage of Oliver’s position to slide a finger between his ass cheeks. He didn’t penetrate, but took time to tease the puckered opening. The skin was smooth, flexing under Josh’s caress. Oliver held surprisingly still, but his ragged breathing increased.

“He told me,” Beth said as she drew her nails down Josh’s thigh, “that he’s fantasized about fucking me while you’re fucking him.”

“Really.” Josh pressed the dry tip of his finger more firmly against Oliver’s opening. “Is that true?”

“Beth…I’m going to…” Oliver groaned when Josh’s fingertip breached him. “Going to take you so hard.”

She chuckled and grabbed hold of Oliver’s ass. “I should hope so.” She pulled his cheeks apart, opening him up for Josh. “But I think Josh wants to play first.”

“Oh, yes.” Josh couldn’t wait any longer. The culmination of months’ worth of flirting, teasing and wanting was about to come to fruition.

* * *

Oliver fought for control of his body as Josh climbed behind him, shifting between his legs. Beth still held him open, putting all of his body on display. Despite all the sex he’d had with Mallory, he’d never felt this owned before. So consumed.

Beth’s breath was hot against his neck, her body small but strong beneath him. It was weird. He should be the one in control, given the difference in their sizes, but he wasn’t under the illusion that was the case. She held him down, pinned with little more than her fingertips and a silent command to keep still. God, he wouldn’t have dreamed of moving. Not until they were done with him.

“So good,” she whispered. “Hold still for him. He’s going to make you feel amazing.”

Amazing? How could anything possibly be better than what they’d done already?

Placing his hands on top of Beth’s, Josh leaned in and licked a swipe from Oliver’s balls up and across his asshole.

Christ almighty!
Oliver cried out and tried to buck away from the contact. It was too much, too intimate. God, how could anyone want to do that to him? “Shit, Josh.”

Josh chuckled, the vibrations tickling his ass. “Have something against rimming?”

“No one’s ever done it to me.” Mallory would have yelled at him for even suggesting she try. He couldn’t imagine any of the other women he’d been with wanting to either.

Of course it would be Josh. The man didn’t know the meaning of the word
boundary.

“Now that’s a shame.” Two sets of fingers dug into his ass. Beth nipped at his neck as Josh raked his nails along the back of Oliver’s thighs. “Hold him still for me.”

Shifting lower, Josh pressed his face in and blew out a deep breath. The cold rush of air had Oliver shivering uncontrollably and his muscles tensing. It was too much. God, he was going to die.

Josh pushed his tongue against the muscles of his rim. It was like a bolt shot through him, from his ass to his cock. Beth reached between them and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. How she’d known he was close to coming, he wasn’t certain. Thankfully, her grip was hard enough to stave off his release. He needed to stretch this out as long as he could, because he knew better than to assume it would happen again.

The future was never certain.

“Calm down,” she whispered in his ear. “Enjoy the sensations, but don’t let it take you over. No coming. Not yet.”

Josh continued to run his tongue over his hole, probing and teasing, until Oliver began to relax. His body was being played and he’d never be able to see sex the same way again. His horizons were being expanded in ways he wasn’t capable of assessing now, but would probably freak over later.

Fuck, what did it matter if it felt this good?

Within a matter of minutes, he began to thrust back into Josh’s tongue, forcing as much contact as he could. Wanting to feel the harshness of before, needing to cut the edge of pleasure. It was like he was getting fucked by pure heat, bleeding bliss through every cell in his body.

“Josh.” Fuck, was that sweat or tears? God, he needed this so much—Josh and Beth and what they could give him.

Maybe Mallory was right. Maybe he was weak.

“Yeah, let go.” Beth nipped at his earlobe. “You’re going to make me come from watching.”

Or maybe he had more power than he realized.

Oliver barely had a minute to adjust before Josh tightened his tongue and slowly began to work it past the tight muscles. Muscles relaxed even as Oliver’s body began to vibrate. His whole world spiraled down to the point where Josh was licking him open. It was like getting a tattoo, being marked permanently, though no one would ever see these lines marking him.

“Can’t take…much more.”

Josh pulled back and slapped Oliver’s ass three times—hard. “No coming yet.”

Oliver squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the pain. It was right there, so close he could smell it, but he knew it would only be better if he waited. No, Josh wanted him to do something first. Pleasing Josh, yes, that was what he needed to do.

“Not to sound ungrateful, but I’m feeling a bit left out here.” Beth patted Oliver’s head. “I was promised a fucking.”