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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,