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I forced my attention back to the man next to me. My prospect's tall friend joined us. He wrapped his arms around the seated man's shoulders. “Is this fine man interested?”

“I think he is.” The seated man closed his eyes and leaned into his friend. They entwined their hands over his chest.

A relationship.

I'd separate them. Tie one up. Make him watch from across the room while I claimed and inspired his lover's body.

“Should we head up?” the tall man asked.

Unable to stop myself, I glanced in Richard's direction. His eyes were on Matthew. The frown and furrowed brow illustrated his opinion of the other man's partners for the night. Without looking away from Matthew and his new friends, Richard spoke to the man at his table. The man gave a curt nod, stood, and returned to the lounge, already on the prowl for someone else.

Richard didn't falter. He ignored every other man in the place and proceeded to the bar, to me.

The tall man straightened. “Hey, we're talking here.”

Richard leaned an elbow on the bar. “Have you already found what you want tonight, Luke?”

I shook my head.

“Can I entice you again?”

“I think you already have.” The words flew out without regret. I wanted to feel his hands on me. I wanted to wrap my lips around his tongue, my thighs around his hips.

Richard gripped my arm, and with a tug, he encouraged me off the stool. “Let's go rescue the kid. Yeah?”

“Okay. He'll want us again?”

He hesitated with his next step. “Were we in the same room last time?”

“Right.”

We crossed the dining room, my arm in his hand, and with a slight slow of his gait, Richard spoke. “You coming, Matthew?”

Matthew's eyes widened, and he followed in a flash. Richard no longer held my arm. The decision to be with them for the second time in two days was under my own control— or lack of control, as the case may be.

More and more air left my body with each step. Breathing wouldn't come easily by the time we reached a room. I stopped at the base of the stairs. “Wait.”

Richard halted. Matthew kept going. He made it up four more steps before stopping.

They couldn't be what I wanted. I wouldn't allow myself to break that rule.

“I think Luke needs a minute to adjust his game plan,” Richard said. “Why don't we have a seat?”

Matthew barreled back down the stairs, and Richard pointed to a nearby table where they sat. I joined them, my lungs filling with air.

“What do you want tonight, Matthew?” Richard asked, his eyes still considering me.

Matthew smoothed out the linen tablecloth with his palms. “It was a great night last time. I think I'm already getting what I want— a second chance with both of you. I'm open for whatever you guys are up for.”

Richard's large hand stroked the younger man's cheek. “I think you need more than one blowjob this time around.”

Matthew whimpered and leaned into the touch.

“How about you, Luke?” Richard asked.

“No bondage. I'd like to bury myself in someone while someone else is in me.” I no longer needed control over another. I wanted the same outcome they'd given me the night before. I wanted to feel alive. I wanted to be overwhelmed by them.

“I like your frankness,” he said.

“There's no point in keeping what you want a secret. Not here.”

“No, there isn't. Does that work for you?” he asked Matthew.

Matthew's nod said it all. The man vibrated. His fingers tapped at the table in rapid succession. His gaze shot to the stairs and back. If we didn't get moving soon, he'd come in his pants. The joys of being in your early twenties.

A lump formed in my throat. I should have been standing, walking away. “I thought you weren't looking for this?”

“What?” Richard asked.

“Repeats.”

“I wasn't, but— ” He leaned forward. “Do you know how hard I came jerking off today? Thinking about how we were last night? I'd like to think we'll be as good together tonight.”

“I don't do this more than once... with anyone.”

He scrutinized me for another moment and gave a quick nod. “Fair enough.” He stood and looked around the room, searching for someone else, but he didn't move from the table.

A bluff. It had to be.

A young man not much older than Matthew with black eyeliner circling his eyes and purple tips at the ends of his spiky dark hair stalked toward the table, Richard in his sights. It didn't take long for men at the Haven to read someone's availability.

Richard gave his answer with a sweep of his head from side to side.

The man ran his index finger down Richard's arm in a last appeal as he passed by the table.

Richard shook his head one last time, his eyes on me. He smacked a palm on his thigh. “Damn.” He regarded Matthew. “Since Luke won't play, if you still want me, I'd like to be with just you tonight.”

“Okay.” Matthew stood, his dark eyes hopeful as he watched me.

I pictured them fucking each other alone. “Wait.” I glanced around the packed dining room but saw nothing— no one else. Richard inhaled an uneven breath. Matthew's spicy cologne wafted across the table. “Once more.”

“I think we can manage more than once for you tonight,” Richard said.

“Oh, yeah. I think so too.” Matthew bounced while standing in place.

A laugh flew out of Richard as he stepped away from the table.

Matthew slipped his hand in mine and persuaded me to stand. “I'm glad you changed your mind.” He didn't let go of me.

I'd never held hands with another man. My entire body tensed.

Then his thumb caressed the back of my hand, and I didn't want him to stop.

Chapter Five

The door closed behind me. Richard mashed his groin against my ass and wrapped his arms around me. Even through his pants, there was no denying his cock was on fire. Need raced from every point of contact straight to my balls. I rotated my ass over his groin.

He grabbed my shoulders, swung me around, and kissed me. Whether or not I should have been in a room with them no longer mattered. I clutched at his biceps and pressed against his frame. His strong body didn't shift an inch.

Matthew plastered himself to my back, his hands on my hips. I reached back and gripped his ass, needing more contact, more of them. Matthew let go of me and stepped away. The loss of him nearly had me crying out. Then he pressed his lips in close. I opened for him and his tongue combined with Richard's in my mouth. The smell, taste, and touch of both men surrounded me.

My first kiss with two men at once. Even after all the multiple partners I'd slept with. No one had ever been as sensual, as eager as Matthew.

The kissing continued. One man on my lips, in my mouth. Then the other. Over and over.

My pants were unbuttoned. Matthew's small hand freed my dick and teased the head. Richard gripped the base. They stroked me, hand over hand, touching every inch of my cock, leaving nothing to the air.

The slow slide of their hands, the warmth of their flesh on mine, the lingering stares that unraveled something deep inside me: it was exactly how I remembered them.

Richard's green eyes examined me, watching my every reaction as if I were a puzzle he had to solve, only he wasn't sure he'd find the answer he wanted. What was he looking for?

They stopped fondling me and started undressing me. I helped with their clothes, needing to touch more of them. Our frantic hands worked on buttons and zippers, and tugged out limbs until flesh touched flesh. Matthew and Richard kissed again.

I licked down Richard's body and headed for a nipple. I paused before it, unsure what the hell I was doing. I licked to the right and followed the line of his scar with my tongue and lips.

He seized the back of my head with his hand. I stilled and waited for him to force me away. He held me in place then encouraged me to continue. I sucked and licked along the scarred path to his armpit and back. He tasted salty and a bit sweet, and it lingered on my tongue. I drew the nipple into my mouth and slowly worked the sensitive nub. I tugged at it with my teeth, and Richard's hips bucked. His thick cock slapped against me. I wanted nothing more than to grab his dick and shove it in my mouth.

That's how it always was with me. One look at a hard cock and my reaction was oral. It's how I finally accepted I was gay. Nothing about a woman garnered the same effect.

But it'd been a long time since I'd done it without a rubber in the way.

Before I talked myself out of it, Richard's fingers dug into my hair. He wrenched me away from his chest and wrapped one hand around my arm and the other around Matthew's. He hauled us to the bed. “I cannot remember ever wanting anyone as much as I want the two of you. Can't get enough of you.”

I groaned in response, unable to stop myself.

Richard pushed me onto the bed, and I sprawled out before them.

“Hey, kid.” Richard tugged Matthew close until the smaller man's back flattened to his chest. His mouth brushed Matthew's ear as he whispered words I couldn't hear.

Matthew's eyes widened. “Uh-huh. I can do that.” He slunk up the bed toward me.

“What did he tell you?” I asked.

“That I should make sure you're ready for him. Get you slick and open. Begging for him.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“That's right,” Richard said. He stood at the end of the bed and stroked himself. I wanted his hand on me and my mouth on him.

Matthew gave me a soft kiss and slid down my length. My skin tingled where his hard nipples scraped. He held the stare between us until he lay with his head over my groin. He wrapped his hands around my legs and lifted my knees to my chest, spreading me wide. His tongue slid over the back of my thighs, my ass. He licked at my opening and the flesh surrounding it. Swirling, nipping, plunging. My cock throbbed on my lower abdomen. I moaned, begged, gripped at my own legs as he worked me over.

He pushed his slick fingers into me, gentle and firm at the same time. My eyes rolled back.
Fucking hell
. I groaned, the sound part moan, part whimper. Before Matthew and Richard, touch had never been such a big part of my sexual encounters.

Then it was Matthew who made noises— loud, gasping, erotic sounds. I lifted my head. He had his ass in the air and Richard was kneeling behind him.

“Matthew needs to get fucked this time,” Richard said. “You're doing him, and I'm going to push you into him. Ready, Matthew?”

“Oh yeah.” Matthew scrambled up the bed and landed on his knees. He displayed his ass in the air before I could move out of the way. “Want you both so much. Been thinking about it all day.”

I got on my knees behind him and stroked the taut curve of his ass. I liked the look of his pale skin under my hands, the feel of his heated flesh. The sight of him bent over in front of me had me ready to go off. The skin of my dick stretched tight.

Richard handed me a condom. My hands trembled as I opened the rubber and slipped it on my dick. I added lube, and my balls drew up from my own touch. I wasn't supposed to need someone that much. I wasn't supposed to be out of control.

I leaned over Matthew and licked and nipped the back of his neck, savoring his taste, his scent— my brain already equating that smell with physical pleasure and sated bliss. The responding moans and sways of his body would have made anyone think I'd already entered him.

He needed me as much as I did him.

I lined up, the head of my dick pressing at his opening.

“Hold there,” Richard said. His deep voice cut through the surge of desire, and I stilled. He forced my legs apart.

His cock slammed inside me with a fast thrust that drove my body forward into Matthew. I gasped. He knew when to take it easy and when to ram it in.

And just like that, I was fucking the same men as I had the night before. Only, I wasn't freaking. All I felt was them.

The combined pleasure made me lose concentration fast. But it was okay. They had me, held me between them— bodies swaying together, need and hunger taking over as they rocked and thrust.

The room filled with our noises. The bed creaked under us. Skin slapped against skin. Three men groaned as we soared, high on one another.

Matthew's fingers were twisted in the sheets before me, gripping so tight he'd rip the fabric. I reached around him and enjoyed the sleek, firm touch of his prick as it slid in my hand. His body writhed and quivered. His mouth screamed delicious words and sounds I was beginning to love.

Then he screamed my name, and that did me in. I came while he clenched around me. Unable to stop my sated body, I settled on his back. Richard thrust again and again until he jerked with his own release. He let out a low, contented murmur as his body melted over me.

We collapsed on the bed in a mix of legs, arms, and bodies.

“Damn.” The word escaped my mouth mingled with a rush of air. I waited a moment to catch my breath, then got rid of the rubber. “That's the fourth time I got off today.”

Matthew lifted his head. “Oh, man. Did you spend the day at the club or what?”

“No. I worked this morning and then went home. Alone.” For some fucked-up reason, I felt it important to clarify that last point.

“I think our friend here was as turned on today as I was,” Richard said. “Did you have fun by yourself, Luke?” He patted my hip and shifted to lie next to Matthew.

“Not as much as tonight. That's for damn sure.”

“Me neither.” Richard's hand cupped my jaw, and he steered my mouth to his, Matthew pinned between us. He kissed me soft and slow, not demanding more, not pushing me toward anything but the simple touch.

Matthew moaned at the sight of us. Damn, he had such great responses. What would he sound like when he was the one doing the fucking?

Did he top?

The image of Matthew topping Richard played over and over as Richard's tongue sought out mine. I pressed into the kiss, needing more all of a sudden, not sure if it was the sensation of his kiss or if it was the image of a lithe, groaning Matthew taking Richard that did me in.

When we parted, the words spilled out of my mouth. “Sometime I'd like to hear what he'd sound like fucking you.”

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