Switch Hitter (23 page)

His fragile hold on sanity was slipping fast. Impulse or instinct or some such shit had propelled him into action when Bentley was undressing Ashley. Goddamn, but that had turned out to be about the hottest sexual encounter he’d ever experienced. The expression on his lover’s face when he recognized what he was doing was priceless. Shock first, followed by lust and approval. He’d do damn near anything to see that look directed at him again.

Now, here he stood, small, feminine hands all over him, doing Bentley’s bidding. The man had a thing about suits, no doubt about it. He was pretty damn sure he had another cleaning bill in his future, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as long as the man gazed at him like a lion biding his time while his lioness prepared his prey. He was about to be eaten alive, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

But when he expected Bentley to suck him off, the man instead beckoned the woman to him.

“Unzip me,” he commanded. “Just the zipper, then take my cock out.”

He couldn’t see what she was doing, but from the look on his lover’s face, she was following instructions to the letter. Having completed the task, she stepped back.

“On your knees,” he commanded her. “Take me in your mouth.”

Oh, damn
. His gaze followed her head as she dropped to her knees. He was able to catch a glimpse of Bentley’s engorged cock before his fiancée opened her mouth to take him in.

With one hand on the top of her head, the other fisted at his waist, Bent kept his gaze locked on Sean’s while she worked his cock over with long strokes and noisy, slurping sucking. Sean kept a death grip on his slacks, grateful for something to hold onto when what he wanted was to wrap his hand around his dick to find some relief.

Fuck you, Randolph.

As if he’d heard him, or read his mind, Bentley stayed his woman’s attentions. “Enough.” He pointed to the nightstand an arm’s reach away. “Get a condom and put it on me.”

As she stepped to the side, he got a good look at his lover’s cock. It stood proud, wet. The color had deepened to purple from being sucked. It was all he could do not to fall to his knees and beg for a taste. It had been so long.

Sheathed, Bentley took his fiancée by the hand, leading her to stand behind Sean. Like a tender lover, he worked Sean’s tie free of his collar then swung the tails over his shoulder. “Grab the ends,” he said to his woman. “Pull on it so he doesn’t look down.”

She tugged on his tie. Bentley adjusted it so the loop rested just below his chin, forcing his face toward the ceiling. Her naked form pressed against his good side then a hot, wet mouth slid down the length of his cock, swallowing him whole and wrenching a string of curses from his lips.

“Fuck it—that feels good.” His knees were jelly. His injured hip began to ache from holding himself under tight control for so long. He was dying to look—knew he’d see the top of Bentley’s head, the hollows of his cheeks as he worked his cock in and out of his mouth.

A small, warm hand flattened over his heart, steeling the breath from his lungs. Then she began to talk to him.

“He looks so beautiful, loving you this way. It almost takes my breath away.”

God, he knew the feeling, but he was still alive, more alive than he’d been in months. He supposed he must be breathing.

A hand between his legs forced him to let his pants slide a little farther down. Heat cradled his balls, rolled them around then tugged.
Ashley
. When had she moved her hand from his chest?

This must be heaven.
Nothing on earth could feel this good. He’d give anything to see the two of them, loving him, taking and giving at the same time.

“You’re beautiful.” She must have stood on tiptoe to mumble the affirmation in his ear. A shiver skittered across his skin when she sucked his earlobe into her mouth to nibble on it.

Fuck.
He bucked his hips, almost shoving his cock down Bent’s throat, earning a sharp reprimand from the man. Wrapping one hand around the base of Sean’s dick, he dug the other into his ass cheek and began an all-out assault on his sanity.

He was two heartbeats away from coming when the man stopped. Sean’s knees buckled. He collapsed forward into his lover’s arms. Bent eased him to his knees then pressed his face to the floor.

He put his hands out to brace himself. His belt buckle
thunked
against the carpet. Kneeling between his thighs, Bent tossed his suit coat and shirttails over the small of his back.

“Lube,” he said to his female accomplice. A drawer opened and closed. Strong hands parted him. He hissed at the cold liquid dribbled between his cheeks.

Bentley entered him fast and hard. He closed his eyes in order to concentrate on breathing as the big cock demanded his submission. The first penetration, after so long, stung like a motherfucker, but after, he was able to focus on the beauty of giving himself fully to the man he loved.

Yes, Bent, yes. I’m yours. Fuck me. Yes, just like that.

A hand slipped beneath the clothes on his back, startling him out of his blissful revelry. Bent had managed to make him forget all about the other person in the room, but he was certain it was her, stroking along his spine, rubbing circles at the small of his back then up to his shoulder blades.

Heated breath caressed his cheek. He opened his eyes. Ashley was curled up on the floor beside him, almost nose to nose with him, one soft hand still on the small of his back.

“He possesses you, doesn’t he? Just like he possesses me.”

He sensed she wasn’t expecting a response, which was good because he had none. He stared into her eyes, and felt a soul deep connection with her take root and blossom.

Good God, it had been too long since he’d seen Sean on his knees, but he was there, his ass in the air for the taking. Bent stripped off his clothing in record time then knelt between the man’s thighs. It was tempting to take what he wanted without any preparation as punishment for his rejection. Seeing him, open and trusting was all the apology he needed. He wiggled his fingers, palm up at Ashley, requesting the lube.

Sean’s hips jerked when the cold liquid hit his heated skin. He almost smiled, but the sight of his glistening asshole was no laughing matter. He looked into his fiancée’s eyes. Smiling, she leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. With her beside him, her arm around his waist, he drove his cock deep inside his lover’s ass.

Gritting his teeth, he threw his head back. It took every ounce of control he had to keep from coming right then. Ashley stood, wrapped herself around him, his back to her front. Her arms were bands of unconditional love binding his heart to her. “Love him, Bent. Love him the way he needs to be loved.”

His chest felt so full he was sure it was going to explode any minute. He pulled almost all the way out then glided back in, smooth yet hard enough his balls slapped against Sean’s. The contact reverberated throughout his body. It felt so damn good he did it again, and again. The man’s submission humbled him. His fiancé’s acceptance and love elevated him to a plane he never knew existed. Caught between his lovers, he was a king.

When she knelt beside him, reaching out to touch Sean’s back with such tenderness, he almost drowned under the tsunami of emotions washing over him. He didn’t deserve either one of them, but he’d be damned if he’d let either of them go. She lay down on the floor and spoke to his lover. He couldn’t hear what she said over the blood rushing past his ears, but whatever it was, it seemed the man accepted it as truth.

A few moments later, she stroked her palm along Sean’s jaw, causing him to open his eyes. Her lips moved as she spoke into his lover’s ear. He’d give anything to hear the secret she shared with him. When she rose to her knees, a change came over his teammate’s face. Before she leaned in to whisper in his ear, he knew what she wanted.

He’d been content to let Bentley have his release, knowing he could find his own later, but there was someone else to consider. Ashley wanted to see it all. Fucking Bentley would be no problem. He’d been aching hard for him since he’d walked into the house and announced his presence. The man had a voice that matched his body, sexy and powerful. His body responded to it without fail. It had caused him no shortage of problems since his arrival in Dallas.

Bent’s fiancée was a remarkable woman. He’d had enough doubts to fill a stadium, but so far, she’d dispelled every one of them. There was only one left. How would she react to seeing her macho baseball playing man being fucked by another man?

He was about to see. Nerves skittered like a horde of crazed elves dancing with spiked cleats down his spine. As soon as his lover slipped out of him, he pushed to his knees. Ashley was there, offering her hand to help him stand, her other clasped in her fiancé’s.

“I think the bed, this time,” she said, pulling them both along with her. She laid back, her head on the pillows, her legs splayed. Bent stripped off the condom, tossing it in the wastebasket near the nightstand.

“Lube’s there.” He pointed to a plastic bottle with a flip-top cap sitting on the floor. Sean leaned down to pick it up. When he straightened, Bent was between her legs, sliding into her.

He watched for a few minutes, taking his dick in hand, stroking to match the rhythm of the couple on the bed. Desperation clawed at his gut, but he understood women took longer to peak than men. He’d give the guy a little more time, because
he
sure as hell wasn’t going to last long. He’d probably erupt like Mt. Vesuvius as soon as he was inside Bent’s tight channel. It had been too long a wait. He was so fucking horny it was a wonder he hadn’t actually sprouted a few.

Damn, she was something. He’d been with a few women, back in his denial days. None of them had looked like she did during sex. Bent was good with her, gentle, but his technique was firm, leaving no doubt as to who was in charge. He seemed to know just how to move to coax helpless little moans of pleasure from her. She was writhing beneath him, her head thrown back, her eyes closed when Bent nodded at him.

He took the hint, moving behind him on the bed. He smiled at his lover’s hissed curse when the cold lube hit his ass.
Payback’s a bitch.

Waiting was a bitch, too. At last, Bent growled out, “Now!”

Positioning the head of his cock, Sean rode the wave of Bent’s hips once before thrusting deep just as the other man sank into his fiancée. Pleasure blinded him for the span of a heartbeat then he realized the two people beneath him were both moaning. Her with frustration at having been close, the momentum interrupted. Him at the intrusion of Sean’s cock.

“Fuck. I forgot how goddamn big you are,” he said over his shoulder. Braced on his hands over his fiancée, Bent’s head dropped between his shoulder blades. It felt to fuckin’ good to be inside him. He wasn’t in the mood to hear any complaints. The asshole could fucking whine when they were through.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, retreating then slamming back in as hard as he dared with the woman on the bottom.

“Bent.” Her voice was soft, laced with concern. One arm was raised over her head in surrender, the other extended toward him, her hand caressing his cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” The word sounded like it had been dragged over ground glass before it made it past his lips. “I’m okay,” he said, breathless this time. “It feels good. Really good. Both of you.”

Sean took the words as his cue to continue.
Fuckin’ right it feels good.

Conversation ended there. Bent found Sean’s rhythm, and Ashley found Bent’s. It wasn’t long before feminine gasps and groans, signaled her release, followed by a hissed curse from the man in the middle. He’d heard that a time or two—hoped he’d hear it a few thousand more. He gave in to his own raging need. Thrusting hard several more times, he came, filling his lover’s ass with hot cum.

They toppled onto the bed like a domino tower with the foundation knocked out from under it. He landed on one side of Ashley, Bent on the other. He closed his eyes in order to focus on breathing. His hip hurt like a bitch, but he wasn’t worried about the pain. He was just using the muscles in a way they hadn’t been used in months. It would get better—with practice.

It was the practice that worried him. He’d had great sex before—with Bent. But today? Fucking mind-blowing. Over the top. He couldn’t say it would always be this good for them, but he damn sure wanted to find out. It might take years of research, but he was up for it. The question was, were Bent, and especially, Ashley, on the same page? He didn’t dare ask.

He was pretty sure he wouldn’t pass out from lack of oxygen to his brain if he sat up.

With a sigh, she lifted both her arms over her head. “I never knew how beautiful making love could be.” She rolled his direction. He turned his head to look at her.

“You do love him, don’t you?” she asked.

No words came. He simply couldn’t respond. Bentley owned him, body and soul.

“Yeah, that’s the way I feel sometimes, too.” She sighed again then rolled to her back. “No words, except, when can we do it again?”

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