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the big man off was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“Yes, Matthew. Damn... where did you... ” Richard reached for the headboard. His words stopped making sense as Matthew bobbed faster. I thrust again, pushing all the way in.

A few more movements of Matthew's mouth, and Richard screamed louder, writhed more. “Matthew! I can't... can't hold out.” He came with a shout, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. For a brief moment, I wanted to force him to open them, tease him as he'd done to me on our first night, but I was enjoying his clenching ass too damn much to stop.

Matthew pulled off Richard and landed on his back, breathing heavy. I bent for a kiss. First from Matthew and then Richard. Their lips and tongues couldn't do anything with real coordination, but the kisses were still better than any I'd ever known.

What the hell? Since when did I need to kiss in the middle of a fuck?

I jerked back and shoved everything I had into Richard. The familiar sound of a hand moving over skin signaled Matthew's need.

“Kid,” I said, “get over here.”

His hand froze. His entire body went stiff. He parted his lips, but he didn't make a sound.

“Come on, Matthew. Fuck me.”

He didn't move.

I stilled, my attention on him. “Don't you want to?”

“Um, yeah. I-I'd like that. I don't always get to, you know?”

“Yeah? Tonight you do.” I leaned toward him and lowered my voice. “I want you inside me. Been thinking about it. Dreaming of it.” Damn, the things I was telling them.

“Oh. I— ” He advanced and kissed me. Not his usual kiss. It was rough, harsh, and fierce. His teeth scraped my lips. He pulled back with as much force and shifted to kneel behind me. I drove into Richard again.

“Yes,” Richard said. “Don't stop. Getting hard again. Already. God, what you two do to me.”

I kissed him and spread the words over his lips. “Not going to stop. Going to make you come again, going to make you feel it.”

“Yes!” he cried out.

Matthew pressed down on my back, pinning me to Richard. His slick fingers brushed over me and made their way in.

I slammed into Richard again and stilled when the familiar swell built. “Close. Too close.”

Matthew yanked his fingers out, and a moment later he buried his cock inside me. He pulled back and shoved in again, tentative at first; but after a few shaky thrusts, his movements came harder, faster.

“That's it,” I said.

He licked at my back, nibbled at my shoulder. Then he gripped me with his teeth and sucked on my skin.

Holy shit. I was close again. My ass clamped around him, and Matthew cried out. His noises became louder than any I'd heard from him before.

I rose to angle myself better, and Richard groaned with the change. His hips rolled, and his ass rose to meet me with each slap of our bodies. His large hand sped over his own shaft. Matthew made fast work of catching the rhythm, and the three of us soared together.

It wasn't just sex; there was something more to our play. We were fending off our orgasms as if we were reacting to the idea it might be our last night together. How many times would the three of us find ourselves in the same room?

Hell, I'd almost missed out on it because of my own damn fears. The thought distracted me from keeping my release at bay. My balls drew up tight. Bright streaks of colors flashed behind my closed eyelids, and my body jerked through the intense pressure shooting out my cock.

Richard came for the second time. His ass gripped me in the vise his body had become. Matthew followed. I'd never been in a threesome where we all came in such rapid succession.

Matthew whispered his thanks in my ear, pulled out of me, and landed on the bed next to Richard. I groaned as my body protested the loss. My chest tightened when my own dick slipped out of Richard. I had to think for a moment before it came to me.

Disappointment.

I yanked the condom off and fell onto the bed, my hand draped over Richard's chest, my legs mingled with his. I was relaxed, soaring, at peace. And still touching him. I was losing complete control. But I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to leave the warmth of them. I didn't want to go back to thinking anything I'd done was a mistake. I grazed a hand over his chest hair. My fingers brushed the scar.

“Goddamn.” Richard's loose voice didn't quite form complete syllables.

I lifted up and looked down at him. “Good?”

“Beyond good.”

“Uh-huh,” Matthew said. His signature laugh followed.

I fell back onto the bed. “Hey, kid, you go by anything other than Matthew? Matt?”

“Nah. Guess I don't seem like a Matt. I've noticed you two like to call me ‘kid’ more than anything else.”

Richard lifted his head. “No one else at the club's ever called you that? You're one of the younger ones here.”

“Nope. Just you two.” Matthew studied the ceiling. “No one else really calls me anything. I mean... I can't remember the last time someone might have said my name in bed.”

Richard leaned over and pressed a kiss on his lips. “Matthew.” He spoke the name in a drawn out tone. “You have rocked my world these three nights together. You and Luke.”

Matthew gripped his lower lip with his teeth.

Richard sprawled out on his back again and crossed his arms behind his head. “Damn. I still didn't get the kid in my ass.”

Matthew gasped.

“Maybe next time, huh?” I said.

Richard lifted his head again. “Yeah?”

I sighed. “Yeah.” Whether or not I understood it yet, I wasn't done with either of them. I'd already broken my basic rule to be with them more than once. Pushing the line a little further didn't seem the sacrifice it once had.

Richard sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Well, then, I have a proposition.”

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