Page 94 of Unstitch

‘Excellent. But I’m not going near you bare tonight. We get tested, and then we get to take you bare. Got it?’

‘I haven’t had sex since the last time I was tested,’ I say.

‘Me neither,’ Dex says. ‘I had a full checkup when I got here.’

‘Fine,’ Max says through gritted teeth. ‘I’ll get tested, then. Satisfied?’

‘Who’s the little slut now?’ Dex wonders aloud, and I giggle.

Max shoots a hand forward and grabs Dex’s balls. ‘I’d be very careful what you say, young man. Now get this on me.’

If I thought life’s simple pleasures mainly consisted of sunshine and daffodils and oven-warmed white bread with salted butter, then I was wrong, because watching my men roll condoms on each other so they can take me is one of the most pleasurable moments of my life.

Move over, bread and butter.

This is the best porn ever.

Dex has his head bowed, teeth sinking into his full lower lip as he focuses on rolling what I hope is an XL condom over Max’s cock. It seems Max can’t handle it any better than I can, because he keeps one hand on Dex’s cock and wraps the other around the back of his neck, drawing him in and taking that lip for himself.

Dex groans and releases Max’s cock, at which point Max wraps his hand around both of them in what looks like a pretty vicious hold.

‘Ready for this, sweetheart?’ he asks against Dex’s mouth.

God, yes.

‘Come here,’ I say, the pout evident in my voice, and Dex kisses Max once more before turning to me.

‘We’re coming, angel.’

‘I’ll be able to feel you through her walls,’ Max tells him in an ominous tone before releasing their dicks. ‘Get on that side of her.’

Then they’re walking towards me, and climbing onto the bed, and this is so much better than the other night in the club, because Dex no longer looks like a terrified kitten and Max no longer looks like the cost of holding himself back from Dex may actually destroy him.

They collapse on either side of me in a tangle of muscle and hair and skin and heat, and it’s not until this moment that I realise how worried I’ve been that this wouldn’t happen. That we’d never get to this place.

‘Fucking finally,’ Max mutters, echoing my thoughts exactly, and Dex laughs sheepishly.

‘Yeah. You two make sinning way too irresistible.’

‘Stick with us, and we’ll drag you all the way to Hell,’ Max says, but he says it in such a sexy way that if this is Hell, and he’s Lucifer himself, I’m doomed. Because there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

65

DARCY

For a few minutes, we just kiss. Hug. Touch. Stroke. We’re limbs and breath and sensation. Dex tugs me to one side so he can kiss me deeply, and the way Max’s arm is banded around me from behind, I’m pretty sure he’s having a good grope of Dex’s outrageous bum.

Then I’m pulled onto my back, Max nipping at my lips and probing with his tongue before he raises his head and his mouth finds Dex over me. I watch the wet dance of their tongues, the slide of their stubbled jaws, as they kiss right above my face. It’s the best show ever, and I have a front-row seat.

We can’t get enough of exploring each other. I clamber up onto my knees and turn so I can simply take them in, sprawled out on the sheets with their legs akimbo and their hair mussed and their eyes watchful. Hungry. Max crosses his arms behind his head, and the heavy tufts of hair under his arms have me wanting to bury my face in them.

I reach out and stroke down their stomachs. Hard. So fucking hard. I skate my fingertips over their latex-covered erections and gently cup the darker, thinner skin of their balls. I’m a kid in a theme park who doesn’t know what—or who—to ride first.

Dickneyland, I remember, and smile to myself.

‘You look very smug,’ Max observes, stretching out.

I shamelessly eye-fuck his naked body. ‘I am indeed smug. Look at you both.’

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