Wild Dreams: A Friends to Lovers romance (Wilder Irish Book 12), Mari Carr [motivational books for men .TXT] 📗

He placed one hard slap on Gavin’s ass, to draw his lovers’ attention. “Stop moving. Wait for me.”

Gavin slowed his motions, though the shiver that trembled through his body told Oliver he was struggling to remain still.

“Hurry up,” Gavin rasped. “She feels like heaven. I need to—”

Oliver slapped Gavin’s ass again. “Wait.”

He glanced over his friend’s shoulder, catching sight of Erin. Her eyes were closed and it looked like she was in pain as well, poised on the same precipice and ready to take the leap.

“Open your eyes, sweet girl. Watch me.”

She lifted heavy eyelids, blinking several times until she could find her focus, find his face.

Gavin shuddered, pushing up from his elbows to his hands, as Oliver squeezed some of the cool lube into his ass. As he worked it in, Oliver realized he wasn’t faring much better than Gavin and Erin. He’d never had sex with another man, Gavin his only male lover.

After their first—and only—sexual encounter, Oliver couldn’t convince himself that sleeping with another guy wouldn’t be cheating. He’d known it was a silly sentiment, given the fact Gavin dated—and had sex with other men—a lot. Of course, Oliver hadn’t been living a celibate life, but he’d only taken women to his bed.

He worked one finger in, then two, then three. He was moving too quickly, not taking enough time to prepare Gavin, not that his lover seemed to mind. Each time he added a finger to the game, Gavin thrust into Erin, and it was only Oliver’s firm grip on his upper thigh that stopped him from continuing until he came.

Removing his fingers, Oliver pulled on a condom and coated it with lubrication. Then he guided the head of his dick to Gavin’s anus.

“It’s been so long,” he mused aloud.

“Too long,” Gavin agreed.

“Please,” Erin whispered.

That lone word was the final nail in all their coffins. After that, speech deserted them, the only sounds in the room, those of three lovers drowning in pleasure and desire.

Oliver slid into Gavin’s ass, groaning at how tightly it gripped him. Gavin mimicked his slow motion, thrusting into Erin at the same pace. After half a dozen passes, Oliver closed his eyes and gave in to his primal side, slamming in and out of Gavin’s ass, his rough thrusts driving Gavin deeper and harder into Erin.

Erin’s back arched as she came. If Oliver could have found the breath, he would have chastised her for her lack of control. As it was, it felt as if every speck of air in the room had evaporated as he continued to fuck Gavin’s ass, rutting like a wild beast.

Gavin was the next to fall over, his climax sparking another in Erin—or perhaps prolonging her first. Both his lovers cried out loudly, but Oliver couldn’t stop, couldn’t give way. Not for a goddamn second.

He doubled down, slamming in harder, even as Gavin’s strength gave way and he collapsed onto Erin. If she was being crushed, she didn’t complain—or even seem to notice.

Oliver thrust in once, twice, three times more before he exploded, splintered into a thousand pieces. Like Gavin, he found it hard to remain upright. He bent over his lovers, resting his forehead on Gavin’s slick back.

“Jesus.” That one word felt like it was ripped from his chest as he fought for breath.

Neither Erin nor Gavin spoke, and he could hear their gasping breaths as well. Gavin was the first to move, lifting slightly to shrug Oliver off.

“I’m crushing our girl.”

Oliver locked his knees and forced himself upright, groaning as his cock slid out of Gavin’s ass. He disposed of the condom while Gavin shifted enough to drop down next to Erin before placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.

Erin lay lifeless, her eyes closed as her chest rose and fell.

Oliver claimed her other side, he and Gavin reaching across her, linking hands on her stomach.

“I would ask to do that every single night too, but I think we’d be dead within a week if we tried it,” Erin said, smiling widely even though she was staring at the ceiling. “That was incredible.”

“Next time, I’m fucking your ass, Ollie.”

Oliver grinned, even as he shook his head. “Not so sure about that.”

Gavin laughed as Erin patted Oliver’s cheek. “Aw. You’re so adorable. It would seem you can dish it out, but you can’t take it.”

Oliver narrowed his eyes and pointed at Gavin’s cock. “Have you seen the size of that monster?”

Erin giggled. “You’re not exactly a slouch yourself, and Gavin took it like a man.”

“That’s it,” Oliver said, as he sat up and began to tickle her as punishment. Erin squirmed, trying to escape, even as she laughed.

Gavin shook his head at the two of them but didn’t join in. “Where the hell do you two find the energy?” he asked. “I can barely move.”

“Come on.” Oliver stood, then reached down a hand to both of his lovers. They each accepted as he pulled them up. “Let’s take a shower together. I’m a sweaty mess.”

“A shower sounds good,” Erin said.

Gavin groaned, but he still followed them to the bathroom.

Once the water was hot, they climbed in, each jostling for space under the showerhead.

“Think your landlord would lose his shit if I put in a second showerhead on the other side?” Gavin asked.

“Probably,” Erin said. “But it would be worth losing my security deposit over.”

“Or…” Oliver started, taking the bottle of shampoo from Erin, squeezing a dollop onto his palm, and putting it back on the shelf before twisting her back to him so he could wash her hair. He massaged her scalp as she moaned with pleasure.

“God, that feels good,” she said.

“Or?” Gavin prompted.

“Or…we rebuild the apartment above the pub to suit our needs. And we move in there when it’s ready.”

Gavin grinned. “I like that idea.”

“You think your family would care?” Erin asked.

Oliver shook his head. “No. No one wants the apartment. Everyone is happily shacked up in their own places. I love it there,” he admitted.

“So do I,” Gavin said.

Erin