Full House (12 page)

Grace’s knees gave in and she stumbled backward. Again, Trev caught her, although this time his reflexes weren’t quite so fast. Her weight tipped his balance and he went over, carrying Grace with him. They landed in a breathless pile on the floor, Grace in Trev’s arms.

Neither one had the energy to move, so they stayed right where they were, in a tangle of naked limbs.

Max’s low chuckle filled the room. “Don’t move. Either of you. If I can ever get my energy back, I’m taking both of you. On the floor. Just like that.”

Chapter Seven

Max gave in to the urge to join Trev and Grace long before his energy returned. He simply slid to the floor and inserted himself between the two of them, and for the next few hours all they did was talk. And talk and talk and talk.

Grace told them about her family, and with every sentence she uttered Max came to understand just how shocking her discovery of him and Trev together must have been.

Grace and her parents were close. She’d never questioned them or their way of life before. Never had the need. Same-sex relationships—she’d learned the term from Hunter—were something other people were involved in. Not her and not her family.

And, as she’d explained, she’d never socialized with anyone other than her straight group of friends. She laughed, wondering what her girlfriends would think of her actions tonight, and with the next breath she cringed, wondering what her parents would say.

Trev suggested she not tell her parents just yet, and if she ever did tell them, she might want to consider leaving out some of the finer details. Grace was only too willing to agree, although the idea of keeping secrets from her family upset her.

Mostly Trev kept quiet, allowing Grace and Max to chat. Max was no fool. He knew Trev’s silence was deliberate. He wanted Max and Grace to get to know each other—quickly and intimately.

Trev needn’t have worried. Max was already infatuated with the blonde-haired, brown-eyed angel. Already imagining her naked on Trev’s bed, wearing nothing but a platinum chain and diamond solitaire around her neck, while Trev made love to her.

He’d insist Trev make love to her tonight. While he made love to Trev.

He’d ask Rachel to design the necklace on Monday.

The one thing Max didn’t mention was his jealousy, and fuck knew he was jealous. Jealous of Trev for having discovered Grace and spent all of this quality time with her without him. And jealous of Grace because Trev was obviously mad about her. Most of all, though, he was jealous of their living arrangements. He’d hoped, prayed, that the spare room in Trev’s house would be occupied by him. Instead, Grace had it. The current living arrangements meant Trev and Grace would have access to each other whenever they wanted, while Max would be stuck in his flat, a good fifteen minutes’ drive from here.

Yeah, the situation had changed. Yeah, Trev loved him now. But Trev was living with Grace, Grace was living with Trev, and Max was living alone.

When Trev suggested he might need some sustenance, Max and Grace agreed. Grace tried to dress before heading to the kitchen, but Trev would not allow her the luxury. Max was fine with that. So fine, he awarded Trev with a kiss.

Then, because Grace hadn’t slipped on the panties she now held, he rewarded her with a kiss too.

By the time they actually walked to the kitchen, Trev had an erection, Grace’s nipples had pebbled, and Max had to squeeze his dick it ached so bad.

He took a slight detour, popping into Trev’s room for supplies, and then tucked into a bowl of grapes on the kitchen counter. Trev made toast, and Grace put the kettle on.

Max sat at the table in the center of the room, watching the scene of domesticity unwind around him. Trev and Grace were obviously comfortable with each other. They laughed and chatted and passed each other plates and cups as if they’d been doing it their whole lives. Damn, he liked it. Liked it altogether too much. He could get used to sharing a kitchen with Trev and Grace.

Pity it wasn’t an option, now that Grace had the spare room.

Thoughts of domestic bliss scattered when Grace dropped a teaspoon. She leaned over to get it and Max was a goner. With her ass pushed up into the air and her pussy fully exposed to him, his erection went from hard to concrete in a second.

“Trev?” he said as Grace straightened once again, oblivious to the effect she had on Max.

Trev turned to him. He took one look at Max’s face and his eyes grew a good shade darker than usual, a sure sign of arousal.

“You know those fantasies you’ve spoken so much about?” Max asked, his voice scraping against his throat.

Grace froze, her teaspoon suspended above her cup.

Trev’s gaze darted from Max to Grace and back to Max again. “Which ones?” he asked carefully and pressed his hand against his cock as though trying to ease some hidden pain.

Max glanced at Grace. “The one about you making love to Grace…”

“You fantasized about that?” Grace asked with a squeak.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart.” Trev shot her a smile so sensual Max almost groaned. “More than fantasized. I jerked off to thoughts of making love to you.”

Grace gaped at him.

Trev’s eyes grew darker. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it slowly. “Every night, Gracie. Every damned night. I’d stroke myself, like this, until I came, thinking about you.” He watched Grace watch him.

Max swallowed. The very air around him thickened. The heady scent of arousal filled the room.

“Thinking about you—and Max,” Trev said.

“You still wanna stroke yourself?” Max asked. “Still wanna fantasize?” Hell, talking was a bitch. Too damn hard.

Trev turned the full force of his aroused gaze on Max, taking his freaking breath away. “Ah, baby, I don’t wanna fantasize at all.”

Desire fizzled up his spine. He patted the table. “Then come here, lover. Come sit right in front of me.”

Trev dropped his toast and walked toward Max. His erection bobbed in front of him. Max couldn’t take his eyes off it. It was just a couple paces from the counter to the table, but it seemed as though Trev were crossing the room in slow motion.

When he finally placed his butt—his hard, muscular, sexy-as-all-hell butt—on the table in front of Max, it was all Max could do not to lean down and lick him. All fucking over.

“Grace.” Max’s voice sounded like someone had scratched his throat with nails.

“Uh-huh?”

God, her voice. So silky, so feminine.

“You up to making Trev’s fantasy a reality?” Max didn’t look her way. He couldn’t. He was too enchanted by Trev’s dick, by the way it slapped against his belly, leaving a light, wet trail in its wake.

He couldn’t resist. Couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and licked Trev’s stomach clean.

Grace had not responded by the time he lifted his head. “Grace?” he asked again.

“I…I’m not sure.”

The last thing he’d figured on was Grace having doubts. After what they’d done in the lounge room, he was pretty sure she’d be up for anything.

“She’s lying,” Trev whispered.

“She is?” Max asked, desperate for confirmation.

“Uh-huh,” Trev rumbled. “She’s playing with her nipples. Cupping her breasts.” Precome leaked from his tip as he spoke. “She has one hand on her…in her… Ah, fuck!” His voice broke. He breathed. Breathed again. “Max, fuck. You need to see her fingers. They’re wet. Sleek and shiny with her pussy juice.”

He swallowed. “She’s touching herself?”

Trev’s breath was erratic. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Her finger’s in her pussy?” Max grew a little lightheaded.

“Going in as we speak. Not one. Two fingers.”

“H-how does it look?”

“So good. So fucking good.” Trev grabbed Max’s head. “Jesus, Max. Suck me. Now. Suck my cock. Please.”

How could he resist? How could he refuse?

He dipped his head and enveloped Trev’s cockhead with his mouth. Trev’s taste exploded on his tongue, and he sucked him in deeper. Deeper still. Jesus, he wanted to eat him whole.

Wanted to, but didn’t. Even though Trev was gasping above him, bucking his hips to try to get deeper.

Max pulled off him. “Easy, lover,” he soothed, as much to himself as to Trev. “I have other plans.”

He reached for the goodies he’d retrieved from the bedroom and ripped the package off a condom. “Grace,” he rasped, “you wanna come over here and help me with this?” He placed the condom on the tip of Trev’s weeping cock.

Soft footsteps echoed, then his hands weren’t the only ones touching Trev. Slim, feminine fingers, some of them wet, with nails the color of pearl, helped him roll the condom on, covering Trev’s shaft.

Her fingers didn’t stop there. They trailed over Trev’s balls and down, and when they could reach no further, they trailed back up again.

Trev released his breath in a hiss.

Stars. Max was seeing fucking stars. “Lie back,” he told Trev, who instantly stretched out over the table.

Christ, he looked like an Adonis, his ripped body on display for both Max’s and Grace’s pleasure, his cock standing proud and sheathed and ready.

“Grace?” Max held out his hand to her, and she placed her palm in his, fingers still damp. His heart swelled. By taking his hand she’d given him both her trust and her consensus. Grace was about to become an integral part of his and Trev’s lovemaking. “You’re gonna straddle him, on the table. Think your legs can handle it?”

“Oh yeah,” she said, her voice a light caress in his ear. “Question is, can he handle me?”

“Don’t wanna handle you this time,” Trev told her. He licked his lips. “I wanna fuck you ’til we both come screaming. ’Til we all three come screaming.”

“Well, since you put it so eloquently…” With Max’s help, Grace climbed onto the table and slung one leg over Trev’s waist. Trev wound an arm around her shoulders and pulled her down for a long, hot kiss.

Perched as she was, leaning forward, her breasts molded to Trev’s chest, her butt stuck in the air, Max could not resist. Stepping behind her, between Trev’s legs, he leaned in and ran his tongue over her pussy. Grace shuddered.

Dear God. The woman tasted like mountain dew. Well, like he imagined mountain dew to taste, anyway. Fresh, sweet and intoxicating. He burrowed in closer and licked her from her clit to her ass and back again.

Grace writhed beneath his mouth, her groans muffled by Trev’s kiss.

It had been so long since he’d sipped from a woman’s body, licked at her juices, caressed her soft curves. He couldn’t get enough of Grace, didn’t want to stop. He licked her and licked her and as he did, he palmed Trev’s cock and fondled his balls. He licked her until her butt clenched, her pussy pulsed and she came, ripping her mouth from Trev’s and throwing her head back with a wild cry.

As she orgasmed, Trev bent his knees and placed his feet on the table, an invitation Max welcomed. With Grace’s juices fresh in his mouth he dipped even lower and sampled Trev’s hidden treasure.

Holy fuck! The taste. The contrast.
Like replacing white wine with single malt scotch. Spun sugar with dark chocolate. The flavors burst in his mouth and he laved Trev as hungrily as he’d licked Grace.

Trev’s hips lifted off the table as he groaned Max’s name.

Grace, still trembling from her orgasm, bucked her ass closer to Trev.

Shit, he didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to remove his tongue from Trev’s hole, but if fantasies were going to become realities, he had no choice. He pulled away—although Trev swore in objection—put his hands on Grace’s hips and guided her down, onto Trev’s massive erection.

It was anyone’s guess which of the three of them moaned loudest when her pussy lips parted over the tip of Trev’s dick and he slipped inside.

Sweat trickled down Max’s back as Grace enveloped his lover’s shaft inch by inch. They looked good together. Like every fucking fantasy come to life. Like every wet dream Max had ever had.

Hell, he had to taste them, had to see if they tasted as good together as they did apart.

Once more he dipped his head in. He swept his tongue over Trev’s balls and up to the place where his dick met Grace’s pussy. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

Her juice trickled over Trev’s base, and Max feasted for a moment or two. Then he spread Grace’s cheeks and licked higher, finding her hole and sampling her there.

Grace exploded before Trev even had a chance to stroke into her.

Trev’s moan reverberated down Max’s spine. “That feels good. So fucking good.”

Max’s dick was full to exploding. He couldn’t hold back anymore, didn’t want to. Grabbing a condom, he sheathed himself as Trev began to piston into Grace. Max squeezed a healthy dollop of lube from the tube and spread it liberally over his cock, not once taking his gaze off the couple before him. They looked so fucking hot. He could come like this, in his own hand, with a little lube, just watching them.

But that was not where he wanted to be. Not even close. He wiped his palms clean on a paper towel, placed his hands on either side of Trev’s butt, and slapped. Not too hard, just enough to give him a message.

Trev grabbed on to Grace’s hips and shuffled them both down the table until Trev’s butt rested on the very edge. “Hang on, sweetheart,” Trev rasped at Grace. “Prepare for the ride of your life.”

Trev lifted his right leg, placing his foot on Max’s shoulder, opening himself up to Max.

Ah, Jesus, Max was about burst a nut. He wanted Trev bad. So fucking bad. Watching him make love to Grace was killing him. In a good way. In an if-I-die-now-I’ll-go-straight-to-heaven kind of a way.

He bent his legs, positioned his cock at Trev’s opening and pushed. Not too hard. Just enough to breach his lover’s hole.

Trev grunted once and flexed his ass cheeks.

Max pushed a little harder.

“God, yeah,” Trev groaned.

Trev had never been this tight. This hot. Grace’s weight must be pushing down in all the right places. Max drove in again, unable to shift his gaze, watching as his dick disappeared into Trev.

Trev swore hoarsely.

One more thrust and Max was seated all the way, fully embedded in his lover’s ass.

He closed his eyes as sensation threatened to overwhelm him, bit his cheek to stop himself from coming there and then.