Текст книги "Triple Play"

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“Look, I’m sorry about tonight,” I apologized. I was beginning to realize that while I had good intentions, it was wrong of me to push anyone to do something before they were ready. It was a character flaw of mine to want the best for everyone, even when it killed me emotionally.

“Don’t be,” Bryce responded with a smirk. “Other than the last twenty minutes or so, it was mostly a good night.”

“I’m not sure I want the details, Bryce.” I’d heard enough to know I was once again on my own.

Bryce shifted on his cushion so he was looking at me. “That’s where I think you’re wrong.”

“No, pretty sure I don’t need to know how you two kissed and made up,” I scoffed. “Honestly, I’m happy for you guys. Drew deserves to have someone in his life. He’d pretty much given up on that after Cam hooked up with Jason.”

“There’s just one problem with that.” Bryce cocked his head to listen for footsteps above us. There were none, which made me think Drew may have gone back to sleep. “I’m not so sure I’m the one who’s going to make him happy any more than you believe you’re the one.”

“Huh?” Bryce looked sexy as hell when he narrowed his eyes, wondering if I was really such a dumb jock that I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Apparently, I was because I was lost.

“After I just about walked out tonight, Drew and I wound up having a long talk,” Bryce admitted. He held up his hand to silence me when I tried to remind him I didn’t want to hear about their night. “The one thing I do know is that Drew’s just as confused as we are. He doesn’t know what he wants. With everything that’s happened in the past year, I can’t say I blame him. He got called up from the minors, which from what I’ve heard, isn’t always as exhilarating as it’d seem. Then, his best friend moved back to town and, whether he’ll admit it or not, he thought that was going to be their chance to be together. He hoped that Cam would understand what Drew felt and feel the same way. But he didn’t. Then he met me, and we started talking.

“Now, I’m not saying I’m God’s gift to gay men or anything, but I do think that helped Drew. It gave him someone to talk to rather than feel like he’d been abandoned for a second time by the man he loved.” So far, Bryce had a point. What I’d been through wasn’t identical to Drew’s year, but we’d gone through a lot of the same things. But Bryce wasn’t done talking. “Then, you came home, and I think he’s a liar if he says he wasn’t attracted to you as well. Hell, you seem like a good guy and you could give him something I couldn’t at the time.”

“What’s that?” I scoffed, feeling as though this conversation was going off the rails.

“You were here.” Three simple words filled with regret. Had Bryce told Drew sooner that he was going to be back in town, all of this could have been avoided. Hell, maybe Drew wouldn’t have even gone out that night, in favor of spending time with Bryce. I knew from the way he’d spent every night at the end of the couch with his phone glued to his hands that Bryce was something important to him.

“But he wanted you,” I argued. “The only thing I could give him that you couldn’t was a warm bed at night.”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Bryce’s response was laced with sarcasm. “Come on, Eric. Think about this rationally. You’re fucking gorgeous and Drew’s your typical red-blooded male. Being here would have been enough. Anyway, that’s not the point of all of this. What I’m trying to say is Drew’s probably upstairs right now trying to figure out how to act when he’s in the room with both of us. He’s fucked around with you and I’m not going to insult you by saying we haven’t done the same thing.”

That was a buzzkill. Again, I tried to interrupt and tell him I didn’t need a play-by-play of the night’s events. This time, he stopped me by moving closer on the couch and pressing his palm to my mouth. The corner of his mouth turned up in that cocky smirk, which was quickly becoming his signature smile, when I inhaled deeply and shifted to try to get my dick to listen to me for once.

“I don’t care if I have to keep my hand here until I’m done talking,” Bryce warned me. “You need to listen to what I have to say because it affects all of us.”

This time, it was Bryce squirming around on the couch. My eyes drifted toward his lap and I could see he was just as turned on as I was. God, I was a miserable excuse for a friend. I was hard as nails for the guy who’d just left Drew’s bed. I swallowed hard and nodded for Bryce to continue.

“When he and I were talking tonight, he admitted to me that he’s confused,” Bryce told me. It felt like a betrayal of Drew’s trust for him to share such tidbits with me, but I wasn’t about to try and protest. “He’s attracted to both of us and he thinks he has to choose one or the other.”

I reached up and pulled Bryce’s hand away from my face. “Why would he think that?”

“Because no matter how much he tries to come across as tough and wise to the ways of the world, he’s still a country boy at heart,” Bryce observed. He wasn’t far off from the truth. Drew had been raised in a good family in a small town. He’d gone off to a small, private college where he was still fairly sheltered by the athletic department. “I think he’s worried that getting involved with someone is the same as being in a relationship with them and he has very clear ideas on what that means to him.”

“Meaning two people, no more,” I interjected, finally seeing where Bryce was going with all of this.

“Exactly.” If Bryce moved much closer to me, he was going to be sitting in my lap. That wouldn’t be a hardship, but it would be uncomfortable since I still didn’t know him well enough to fully trust what he was saying. “I told him I don’t expect him to choose, and I don’t think you do either.”

I shook my head, unable to form words. I’d never met a man who seemed so laid back and easy going, yet could turn on the charisma and make a grown man want nothing more than to follow along with whatever he suggested.

“What I’d originally suggested to him was to just do whatever feels right and see what happens,” Bryce informed me. He moved his hand to the back of the couch, allowing his finger tips to brush my shoulder. The faint touch sent a jolt through my system. “But what if there was another way?”

Chapter 13

The biggest benefit of growing up in an old farmhouse was learning how to move around without being heard. It was a skill I’d honed through my high school years because I didn’t want Dad to hear me walking into the house hours after curfew. Now, that skill came in handy again because it allowed me to stand at the top of the stairs listening to the conversation in the basement without them realizing I wasn’t in my bedroom.

I wanted to be angry with Bryce for talking to Eric about me without making sure I was okay with it. Then, I heard the slight hitch in Eric’s voice when he asked Bryce what he meant by there being another way. I was curious as well, only because I was hoping Bryce was about to suggest what I’d been trying to work up the courage to admit I wanted. I didn’t want to pick one or the other. I wanted both of them. Not only that, but more than once, I’d thought about what it’d be like to walk in and see the two of them together. Would I join in or would I be content to simply stand there and watch?

As I listened to Bryce paint almost that exact image for Eric, my cock thickened beneath my sweatpants. Just hearing Bryce talk about the things the two of them could do to me had me gripping the handrail to steady myself.

“There’s no reason we can’t both fuck the nightmares out of him,” Bryce stated bluntly. “Get him so worked up he comes hard enough that he passes out. It’d be a surefire way for both of you to get some sleep.”

“What do you mean both of us?” Eric asked.

“I’m not stupid, Eric,” Bryce deadpanned. “Drew wasn’t the only one to wake me up tonight. In fact, I was just getting back to sleep when he freaked out on me. It was a certain someone yelling across the hall who woke me.”

“Sorry about that,” Eric apologized. I hadn’t even realized Eric had been having trouble sleeping. I’d taken for granted the fact that he was awake every night when the dreams woke me. I thought it was because he was hovering, but the truth was he had his own demons to face.

“Don’t apologize,” Bryce insisted. “I do understand why both of you are having trouble sleeping, but it’s not healthy for either of you. I also know you’re both too proud to admit you need to talk to someone. So, the alternative is for the three of us to consider working together to ensure a good night’s sleep.”

“You make it sound like taking a sleeping pill.” Eric chuckled. “Seriously, how can you talk about this like it’s the most normal thing in the world?”

“Because it’s your view of what’s normal that has you thinking it’s not normal,” Bryce argued. “You’re giving in to what society says is healthy without thinking about what feels good. And in a twisted way, the three of us are perfect for that because you’ll eventually go back to Seattle, Drew will be here, and I’ll be splitting my time between here and Portland.”

“Whoa, I thought you were talking about a little bit of no-strings fun.”

“I am, but who says those non-strings have to be cut when you guys go back to work?” Bryce responded. “And maybe you’re right. Maybe we’ll give this a shot and nothing will come of it. But if we’re still having fun, I see no reason to try to make this into something more serious than it needs to be.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Eric agreed. “But there’s just one other problem.”

“What’s that?” Bryce asked. I was curious as well, but seeing as I was still eavesdropping, I couldn’t exactly ask for myself.

“What if the two of you work and Drew and I work, but you and I don’t.” God, I hated Eric for being the sensible one. I would much rather none of us think about what could complicate some great sex.

“Hmm…” Bryce was quiet for a long moment. “You could be right. I think we’d better tell Drew to quit listening in from the top of the steps and see what he thinks about this, then maybe we can see if that’s actually going to be an issue.”

It was a good thing I’d slid down the wall so I was sitting on the top step, otherwise I would have likely tumbled into the basement.

I sure as hell felt like a little kid as I willed my feet to take each step into the basement. I’d been caught and that was never a good feeling. I expected at least one of them to be upset with me, but instead, they were sitting next to one another on the couch, mirroring each other’s posture with one leg bent on the cushion and the other hanging over the edge. Eric’s arm rested over the top of Bryce’s and I could see his thumb gently rubbing Bryce’s biceps. Yeah, I didn’t think there’d be any issue with the chemistry between those two.

Bryce slid back to the other end of the couch and I watched as his eyes glanced down, wordlessly suggesting that I take a seat between them. This wasn’t a side of Bryce I’d seen before, but I liked it. No, I fucking loved that he was willing to take control of the situation, because someone needed to.

“So, how much of that did you hear?” Bryce asked as I tried to get comfortable while sitting between the two of them. I’d always thought of fantasies as something you dreamed about but would forever remain unattainable, yet I was close enough to mine coming true that I could almost feel Bryce rimming me as Eric fucked my mouth. My mouth went dry and I reached for Eric’s whiskey to wet my palette.

“I heard plenty,” I said, not wanting them to know I’d listened to almost every word from when Bryce told Eric it’d been a good night with a few exceptions. I’d heard him make assumptions about me being some naïve farm kid, which totally pissed me off except it did serve the cause. I honestly hadn’t thought about the reality of having a threesome, not even as a one-time thing. Until my mind got all fucked up over Bryce and Eric, I never thought I’d want more than one person in my bed. I sure as fuck didn’t think it’d ever be possible to have more than that with multiple partners.

And perhaps I was a bit sheltered. My parents were high school sweethearts who’d known one another since they were in Sunday school together. They fell in love, got married, and started a family. While some of that wouldn’t have been possible for me until very recently, I’d always wanted to find a love like the one they had. Since I’d had time to think about it recently, I was fairly certain that was part of why I’d been so drawn to Cam. Yes, I cared deeply for him and likely always would, but seeing him with Jason taught me that what I felt for him wasn’t the type of love that builds the foundation of a relationship. That’s not to say I loved either of the men sitting with me, but I knew myself well enough to know that, if things went on longer than a few nights, I’d start to get attached. Maybe not to both of them, but to one or the other. And that was the biggest risk of all.

“So you’re aware of what I proposed to Eric?” Bryce pressed when I didn’t offer any details. I was incapable of any response beyond nodding. I wanted to pinch myself to see if this was truly happening. “And what do you think about it? Because you have to understand, this isn’t something I’m suggesting because I want to have my cake and eat it too. I want this for you.”

“It sounds hot, but I’m not sure why you think it’s necessary.” My youth and inexperience was showing.

Bryce moved closer to me on the couch, close enough that his leg pressed against my thigh and he started running his fingers through my hair. It probably looked like shit since I’d needed a cut before the playoffs had started and hadn’t given a shit since the night we got kicked out of the race for the pennant.

“Because I want you to be happy,” Bryce whispered. He’d leaned in so close I could feel his breath ghosting over my skin. “You’re thinking too hard, trying to force yourself to settle for something when you aren’t even sure what it is you want. This is a way for you to explore that without any guilt, and we all get to have some amazing sex. And you know how hot it’s going to be to have Eric pounding your ass while I fill that gorgeous mouth.”

I may have whimpered, although I’d never admit it. Eric chuckled and before I could ask him what was so funny, I felt a strong hand land over the tent in my pants.

“I think he knows exactly how good that’d be,” Eric told Bryce. My hips lifted off the cushion, pressing into Eric’s palm, needing more. His fingers drifted between my legs and he gently squeezed my balls. He leaned in so I could feel both of them breathing against my neck. “How would you feel if I told you I had to jerk off in the shower after hearing you moan for Bryce tonight?”

My head fell back as I felt a hand sliding beneath my T-shirt. Bryce began teasing my nipples as Eric continued stroking my dick through my pants. I wanted more. Needed to feel the warmth of his hand curling around my cock, maybe his mouth sucking me to the back of his throat.

“Tell him what you think about that,” Bryce urged. I wasn’t sure I could. The words jumbled in my head, lost in a sea of ”Oh God” and ”Please do that again.” “Come on, baby, you know you want to. And I want you to. I want to know exactly what you’re thinking.”

I wanted to scream that I wasn’t thinking anything. The only thing I thought was that I didn’t want them to stop. Maybe it made me a greedy little bitch, but I wanted them to make me soar. I wanted Bryce to follow through on his suggestion of making it impossible for me to do anything other than pass out. And I knew they could. They would if this went on much longer.

“I… oh fuck… holy fucking shit…” Yep, there really were no words, and that seemed to amuse Eric.

As one hand slid past the waistband of my pants, Eric gripped my chin firmly and turned my head toward him. He sealed his mouth over mine, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth as he kept sliding his hand up and down my shaft. When he pulled away, he looked straight into my eyes and I knew he was searching for any hint that I didn’t want this. He wouldn’t find that because I was nearly frantic with need.

I felt Bryce’s hands at the waist of my pants and lifted up, allowing him to pull them down over my hips. I felt exposed and raw, sitting there with my cock proudly on display for both of them.

“You say the word and we’ll stop,” Eric assured me.

“You too,” I responded, because no matter how greedy I wanted to be, I wouldn’t do something he’d regret tomorrow.

“Eric, switch spots with him,” Bryce directed, and I wondered if he’d done this before. Eric hesitated for a moment before standing so I could move to the edge of the couch. Bryce stopped him from sitting back next to me by pushing him toward the floor. “I want to see you suck him off.”

“God yes,” I moaned. My body was on sensory overload as I watched the two of them, thinking about what they were going to do to me. Then, a thought managed to cross my mind. “Um, guys… I want to know you’re both into this before we do anything else.”

Eric ran his hands over my bare thighs as he looked over his shoulder at Bryce, who was standing directly behind him. He ran his hands over the bulge in Bryce’s tight jeans and looked back at me. “I don’t think that’s a problem at all.”

Bryce rocked into Eric’s touch, his eyes rolling back in his head. “No problem here,” he assured me.

“But what if I need more proof than that?” I teased. God, the air was so thick with sexual tension it was a wonder any of us could breathe, but I felt like being a brat. “You’re both into me, so for all I know, that bulge could just be over seeing me naked.”

“And what proof do you think you need?” Bryce asked. Eric looked up to me, waiting for a response.

“Kiss him.” I’d thought about what they’d look like together, but now I wanted to see it.

And Bryce didn’t disappoint. He reached down and yanked Eric off the ground, pulling him roughly against his body. The two of them ground against one another as Bryce tangled his fists into Eric’s hair, taking complete control of their kiss. Eric’s balance wavered as Bryce shoved his hand down the back of Eric’s flannel lounge pants.

“You going to let me have that ass?” Bryce growled. Eric buried his face into Bryce’s neck and nodded. I’d never thought of Eric as a bottom, but the way he agreed to being fucked without any hesitation made me realize he needed to be fucked just as badly as I did. Maybe it was a good thing that Bryce was around, because while I wouldn’t adamantly refuse to top Eric, it wasn’t really my thing.

Bryce pushed Eric back to the ground as he began unbuttoning his jeans. By the time Bryce had made it around to the edge of the couch and moved the end table, Eric was the only one left with a stitch of clothing on his body. I wanted to see him, but not enough to stop him when he wrapped his lips around the head of my dick and started tracing his tongue around the crown and through my slit. His moan when he realized what Bryce wanted vibrated around my shaft, threatening to have me coming in less than a minute. I used my good hand to press against his shoulder, pleading with him to give me a minute to regain my composure.

He sat back on his heels, content to watch as Bryce guided his cock into my mouth. He was so aroused that his dick was already weeping precome and I couldn’t get enough of the taste on my tongue. I sucked him deeper, struggling to take his wide shaft. He wasn’t overly long, but my God was he thick. If I struggled this way to take him into my mouth, I could only imagine what it’d be like to have him inside of me. Earlier, Bryce had made it all about me, so this was the first time I was seeing and feeling what he managed to hide behind his zipper.

I looked down at Eric and watched as he sucked on his middle finger. My asshole clenched, hoping he was planning to do what I thought he was. I wanted to feel them filling me, possessing me, claiming me as their own. He spread my legs wider before taking me into his mouth once again, this time pressing his finger along my taint. I lifted my ass off the cushion to give him more room, but he seemed content to stay right where he was.

I thought I was going to have to beg him to shove his finger inside of me. I was so wrapped up in figuring out how to do that without having to release Bryce’s dick from my mouth that I screamed out when he did finally breach my entrance. Bryce gave me a moment to enjoy the sensation before leading my mouth back to where he wanted it.

“You like that?” Bryce asked as he rocked deeper into my mouth. He held the back of my head, preventing me from pulling off until I swore he was going to choke me to death. “You like feeling him around your dick and up your ass while you blow me?”

I nodded as much as I could and sucked harder. This time, it was Bryce shouting as he pulled back and thrust into my throat after giving me time to breathe.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous when you let go,” he praised me, running his fingers through my hair. “I can’t wait to see how tight that ass is. Eric, is he as tight as I think he is?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Eric confirmed. “So fucking tight.”

Eric added a second finger and I nearly lost it when he brushed against my prostate. I wouldn’t have thought I could come again after everything Bryce had done to me earlier, but now, I needed that next release more than just about anything.

“Go easy, Eric,” Bryce requested through stilted breaths. It seemed I wasn’t the only one threatening to explode. Rather than give Bryce a break, I reached around and started playing with his balls. The position was uncomfortable, but I didn’t give a shit. All I knew was my fantasy had come to life and I was going to make Bryce scream.

I didn’t get that opportunity, because Bryce pulled out of my mouth and bent over to get something out of his jeans. I knew what it likely was and I began bucking into Eric’s mouth and down onto his fingers furiously, not ready for this to end but unable to stop myself. Bryce tapped my hip as he stood behind Eric, holding up a condom and lube in one hand.

“You want to keep going?” Bryce asked. I nodded and Eric quickly moved out from between my legs. He stripped off his shirt and moved me over on the couch so he could sit next to me. It felt amazing when he turned my body so I was leaning against him for support, but I couldn’t help but feel as though he was being left out of the fun. After all, he was still dressed from the waist down, even though I could tell from here that his dick was about ready to break the teeth on his zipper.

“What about you?” I asked as I tried to position myself so I could return the favor.

“Tonight’s about you,” he told me. “You can make it up to me tomorrow.”

I couldn’t stop the wide grin from splitting my face. I’d hoped that this would happen more than once, but I hadn’t really believed it would come to anything more than tonight.

Cold, wet fingers broke the dopey gaze I’d been holding with Eric and I arched my back at the sensation of Bryce getting me ready to take that cock that seemed bigger around than a one liter bottle of soda. I wasn’t inexperienced, but I still wasn’t confident all of that was going to fit inside of me.

He worked me first with one finger, then two as he worked my hole open. Meanwhile, Eric kissed the side of my head and twisted my nipples, giving me something to concentrate on other than the sight of Bryce sheathing himself.

“God, look at that thing,” Eric whispered. Bryce looked up at us and smiled as he lined himself up against my entrance. “You’re going to be feeling that all weekend.”

“I know,” I said, sounding more than a bit wistful. It was going to hurt, but the pain would be so worth it. “And I can’t fucking wait.”

I was stopped from saying anything else as I felt my body stretching to take Bryce’s girth. Fuck, even though I’d known it was going to hurt, I hadn’t imagined how much. As if sensing my pain, Eric shifted and started stroking my cock slowly.

“Breathe, you’ve got this,” he encouraged me when I didn’t think I could take another inch. “Focus on what I’m doing for now. It’ll help.”

I laid my head back and closed my eyes, tensing every time Bryce moved to push deeper into my body. Eventually the ring of muscle relaxed, and Bryce pushed until I felt his hips against my ass.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” he groaned. I opened my eyes and looked up to see his body covered in a sheen of sweat. My eyes then drifted down to where the three of us were connected. Eric slid his hand lower on my body, threading his fingers around the base of Bryce’s dick, which was still lodged inside of me.

After giving himself time to calm down, Bryce started a steady rhythm of shallow thrusts, each one gliding past my prostate. Eventually, Eric removed his hand and shifted behind me. I felt his body move and then there was a cock next to my head. I licked my lips, wanting another taste of him. I couldn’t get into a position where I could take more than the crown between my lips, but with every lick I was rewarded with another salty drop of his arousal. I sucked and licked, moaned around him as Bryce fucked me.

When Bryce’s fingers dug into my hips, lifting my ass higher, there was no way to keep going. I simply watched as Eric jacked himself off to the same rhythm my ass was being pounded. He wound up coming first, shooting cum all over my chest and stomach. That encouraged Bryce to fuck me even harder, burying himself as my ass clenched around his dick with my orgasm. He quickly followed, his face contorted in a silent scream as he came inside my ass.

He pulled out of me and disappeared into the small bathroom, returning with two warm washcloths. Before tossing one to Eric, he leaned over and licked a path from my belly button to my neck, lapping Eric’s cum as he went.

“So, next time I get to take you, right?” he asked before leaning over me to kiss Eric, who groaned in agreement.

As I watched them, all I could think was “There’s going to be a next time.”