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Damon reached back and pulled Nash down. Taylor laughed, a little quiet, a little nervous. Then Nash kissed a bare thigh and watched as Damon’s mouth made its way to Taylor’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” someone said when Damon took the head of Taylor’s dick into his mouth. And in the next moment, Nash realized it had been him who had spoken. Damon turned his head and shuffled over to make room for Nash. It was an invitation Nash couldn’t turn down.

CHAPTER 12

DAMON

Damon wasn’t exactly sure how he’d ended up on his knees with Taylor’s dick in his mouth, but he wasn’t complaining. It was kind of perfect actually. He shuffled over, making room for Nash, crowded in next to him. He released Taylor’s dick but didn’t go anywhere.

“He tastes incredible,” Damon said to Nash. Taylor whimpered when Nash moved in closer.

Damon dragged his tongue down the shaft and nestled his nose into the thatch of trimmed pubes at the base of Taylor’s cock. “He smells good too,” Damon purred.

Taylor’s laugh was a little high-pitched, almost frantic sounding. “It’s literally just body wash.” Taylor’s fingers sank into Damon’s hair, scraping against his scalp so gently it made Damon shiver.

He’d had all kinds of sex before, but nothing like this. Up until this point, Damon had been a one-person-at-a-time kind of guy, but he couldn’t get the idea out of his head that this was better. He’d still have Nash, who was his anchor and his safe space. Nash, who had knocked down all of Damon’s walls to storm his castle and become his king. And now there was Taylor. Their prize. Their princess.

Damon was terrified of wanting something as much as he wanted this. But he let himself want, even though he could feel his heart quaking with excitement and fear.

Taylor gently guided Damon’s head, turning it with the slightest bit of pressure in the right places. Damon found Nash was right there when he turned his head. He’d released Taylor’s cock and was looking at Damon with hooded eyes and spit-slick lips.

Normally, Damon would have a cute little joke to toss out, but today he had nothing. This wasn’t the time to joke. Not when all he could think about were the two insanely attractive men that he was lucky enough to share this with.

With silent urging from Taylor, Damon ran his tongue down his shaft. Taylor gasped when Nash mirrored his actions. Damon reached for Nash and held on to him, suddenly needing to touch him.

Their mouths came together around the head of Taylor’s cock and they kissed. It wasn’t a pretty kiss. It was wet and wild and obscene. And perfect. Licking Taylor’s taste off Nash’s tongue was Damon’s newest favorite thing. Taylor’s hips started to buck and he keened.

“Fucking hell—close,” Taylor warned them, but they didn’t care. Their kiss didn’t stop or slow. If anything, the promise of Taylor’s impending release fueled their passion.

Taylor whined and Damon took over. Ending the kiss with Nash had been almost painful, but he needed this. He took Taylor down as deep as he could and tormented him with his tongue, swirling it over the head of Taylor’s cock whenever he pulled back.

Above him, Taylor and Nash were kissing, but Taylor was still whimpering and writhing, even more so now that Nash was tweaking his nipples. Taylor’s entire body went rigid, and Damon hummed his approval and his consent.

Taylor came hard, flooding Damon’s mouth as he cried out into Nash’s. Even though the sound was muffled, it was still one of the best things Damon had ever heard.

Damon could tell the moment they stopped kissing because post-orgasmic Taylor was a talker.

“Holy shit, that was—” He let out a gasp when Damon kept teasing his cock with his tongue, licking it clean before finally releasing it. “That was—wow. I’ve never seen anything so hot. I want to do that to one of you.”

Taylor tried to slide off the couch, but Nash sat next to him and pulled him back down.

“There’s plenty of time for that later,” Nash assured him.

Taylor went boneless as all the fight left him. “You know, three people were in the room, but only one person got an orgasm. That seems unbalanced.” Taylor’s lips turned up into a mischievous smile and his gaze shifted back and forth between Damon and Nash.

“We need to talk about this before we keep going,” Nash said, tugging Taylor’s pants back up. “As much as I want to see more of you, and do more of this, we should talk.”

Taylor dutifully let Nash help him redress, though Damon noticed that he didn’t do up his pants.

Damon leaned forward and against Taylor. He reached for Nash and hooked an arm around one of Nash’s legs, hugging his calf while Taylor played with Damon’s hair. His dick was still hard as steel and throbbing unhappily in his pants, but he could be a responsible adult and have a conversation about this before he worried too much about his neglected dick.

“I swear if either of you utter the words ‘this was a mistake,’ I will kick your asses. Don’t think I can’t.”

Damon knew Taylor couldn’t. He wasn’t the violent type, and he’d never been in a fight. But none of that mattered anyway because Damon had no intention of saying anything of the sort.

“That’s not at all what I was going to say.” Nash pulled Taylor closer and dropped a kiss on his temple. Seeing Nash be affectionate with Taylor did something funny to Damon’s insides. It was a new kind of happiness. Something fresh and fragile that he wanted to nurture like one of Taylor’s plants.

“Me either.” Damon closed his eyes and relished the way Taylor raked his fingers through Damon’s hair, almost like he was petting him.

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