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“Not participating?” I asked Vail.

“I think I’ll watch this time. Maybe get myself off while you swallow Hart.”

“Whatever you’d like.” Leaning forward, I brushed my lips over his.

Most times when we were together, all three of us participated. Occasionally, one of us wanted to watch. There was something so damn sexy about it. Knowing the men in front of me were mine and no one else would see them like I did. How their words and moans were for me to drink in and fuel my desire. I’d try to draw it out and not touch myself until they were close, but I ended up so turned on I came right after them, unable to help it given the scene in front of me.

Hartley sat naked on the couch and spread his legs, making room for me while I rid myself of the remainder of my clothes. Before my knees hit the unyielding floor, Vail dropped a pillow down so I could kneel on it. I liked to think I was still as strong as ever, but there were times when my body reminded me of my age. My knees would have protested being on the bare marble, but I would have done it. Nothing would have stopped me. Later, I would have paid with pain for what I was about to enjoy.

Placing my hands on the insides of Hartley’s thighs, I spread him wider then leaned forward to swipe my tongue over his cock. When I reached the tip, I swirled my tongue, tasting him, before sucking him into my mouth. Hartley didn’t have to do anything but feel what I was doing to him.

I gave my men my mouth anytime they wanted to use it. And they did the same for me. There was no power struggle, no question of who was in charge. It was me. No matter if I was on my knees, my back, or above them. If they wanted to take over, I didn’t fight them. Whatever they wanted, I’d give them. But I relished being the one to give them pleasure. To make them whimper and moan. To call out my name when they came.

Hartley tried thrusting into my mouth. I gripped his hips and held him down so I could do the work. His body trembled beneath my palms.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vail with his leg propped up on the couch, his lounge pants down enough so his cock was out, and his hand worked it like a man possessed. When my eyes met his, he was enraptured to the sight of me sucking Hartley. Even the bit of saliva that slipped from the corner of my lips had him drawn in.

I doubled my efforts on Hartley, my attention fully back on him. I cupped his balls, giving them a pull. It was seconds later when he shouted my name as cum shot into my mouth and down my throat. Trying to get it all was a fruitless task. The way my men shot, no matter if they’d just gotten off or not, they always filled my mouth.

In my effort to make Hartley come, I forgot to take care of myself. As he relaxed into the couch, I popped off him and stood, my cock heavy and leaking in my hand.

Vail sank lower on the couch, inviting me close. “Get on me, Jordan.”

Hartley stood as I climbed on top of Vail.

“No hands,” Vail whispered.

Lining my cock up next to his, I lowered myself and started thrusting, rutting against him. Vail’s blunt nails dug into my ass as he held on, pulling me closer, gasping with pleasure.

He came first on a breathy moan, his cum coating us both. It added the slickness I needed to glide better, to move smoother. Hartley pressed the tip of a slick finger into my ass. I came hard, my teeth digging into the muscle on Vail’s shoulder.

Air sawed in and out of my lungs as my heart beat rapidly in my chest. Hartley slowly withdrew then traced a finger over my calf, his loving touch bringing me back to earth.

These men, fuck, I loved them. I would die for them. And I would do absolutely anything for them.

34

VAIL

My phone rang, pulling me from the project I was working on. The space Jordan had given me had been forgotten for a bit but I was back to it, ready to move along with it.

“Hello?” I asked, seeing Lana’s name on the screen.

“Vail, I need to speak with you urgently. Are you home?”

“Yes, downstairs, but in the building.”

“Which floor? I’ll come to you.”

“Five.”

She hung up. Lana was friendly but not the overly warm and fuzzy type.

My stomach turned, wondering what she had to speak to me about. What I didn’t expect was to hear Lana’s heels on the floor in under five minutes.

I exited the room and met her in the hallway. She was smoothing her hair back, appearing a bit frazzled.

“Come in. It’s not much. I don’t even have somewhere to sit.”

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