Page 5 of Dying to Meet You

All the criticism from Matt be damned. We use each other. Keir needs to let off steam and I get off on him being rough with me. It’s not soft, sweet, or loving. When Eden joins us, we rein it in, but it’s more like a fight fuck. Deliciously wrong.

It happens to be a turn on for Eden to watch.

But I need her more than I can stand right now. She’s not sitting this out.

“Blaine?”

“Yeah, Ed?” Dropping my voice low, I reach my hand out to her. “It’s been six days, seven hours, and about twenty minutes since I’ve had sex. Almost a damn week,” I say, not even caring that I sound like a whiny asshole right now. The last time I went this long was rehab six years ago, when my sobriety was at the forefront of my mind, not getting my rocks off.

My connection with Eden is effortless. Without words we communicate with one another. Goosebumps erupt on my arms when she runs her hand down my chest, reaching her other hand out to Keir who gives nothing away. Not a clue what he’s thinking. It’s maddening to wonder if he’s dissociating or even “giving in”. His years of sexual abuse at the hands of perverse adults while growing up, make intimate interactions with him feel like jump roping in a field of land mines. Eden, Matt, and I let him make the first move with us. It’s easier than triggering him.

Unspoken rules exist for us-he is no one’s bottom, and he doesn’t suck dick. If Eden wants him to restrict her airflow, he can’t do it without someone in the room to prevent it from going too far. And if he starts dissociating, we stop immediately. It’s not perfect, in fact, the way he copes may be a problem, but he’s been suicidal in the past. I’d rather he uses sex as an outlet instead of ending his life.

I’m not a complete dickhead.

Sometimes.

Just a filthy-mouthed, former pill popper with an insatiable appetite for sex. It just so happens that Eden, Matt, and Keir are too fucking hot to act with any restraint.

Cupping Eden’s ass, I pull her close to me whispering, “Don’t make me wait any longer, please. When I get cranky, we all suffer.”

Keir snorts at that. “That’s the truth.”

I point his way. “Hey, asshole, we’ll finish this conversation about your buddies staking out our home later. Right now, my dick is winning.” He rolls his eyes at me turning to leave the room.

“Woah, woah…Where are you going?” I thought it went without saying I want the three of us together.

After closing and locking the bedroom door he leans back against it, arms folded over his chest. “I’m not going anywhere you jackass.”

Sprung. Fucking hard as a rock watching him walk our way. Between his aura, which is sizzling hot, and Eden’s confident sensuality, I’m so turned on I could come with a light breeze.

Eden unbuttons her floral silk blouse her eyes taking in each of us. I brush her long curly blonde locks off her shoulders. She’s always been captivating but since her pregnancy with Warner three years ago she’s a little curvier, her breasts fuller. I know every inch of her body like she knows mine, our hands automatically moving to caress and touch explosive areas, the danger zones where all measured thoughts fly out the window.

Keir kisses Eden’s shoulder, helping her remove the lacy purple bra I just had my hand inside while I squeeze her nipple. Her skin flushes rosy as our hands travel over her breasts. My body pulses with need. “There are far too many clothes on both of you,” I say in mock irritation while tugging at the waistband of Keir’s suit pants.

That’s as handsy as I get with him anymore to entice him. Not that he needs much prompting since he smoothly slips out of all his clothes while I lock in on Eden. My fingers trace down her hips as my mouth teases her lower lip, feasting on her moans as Keir gently leans her head back against his chest. “You were saying something about clothes?” he questions playfully smacking my ass. “Your turn, B.” Say less.

I don’t give a crap that tearing my shirt off causes two buttons to come loose, or that I have to grab his arm to steady myself while I’m pulling my pants and boxer briefs off. What I do care about is the fix I’ve been looking for is going to be sated. Fuck, yeah.

Eden pushes me back against the slate-colored bedroom wall, just short of knocking me into a framed picture Waverly drew of our home. “Alright, I’m digging this energy,” I say before nipping at her earlobe. “What are you going to do to me? Make it dirty…so fucking dirty.”

There is no better feeling than seeing desire on her face, knowing she can make me quiver with that look alone, like the fucking goddess she is. My lips leave a red mark near her nipple. She sucks in a breath before with a ragged voice saying, “I want you on your knees.”

She could order me to do anything right now. Beg? Pledge my eternal allegiance? Okay, that one I already did. She steps out of her pulled-down underwear. I drop quickly, Keir moving in behind me, his hand running through my hair. “Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to good use?” His voice is sultry as he continues, “Instead of constantly trying to provoke everyone.”

Fine. No one needs to tell me twice. With an arm hooked around Eden’s waist, I pull her in tight as my tongue licks up her pussy. Finding her clit I flick it teasingly before latching on. Her groan is preceded by her knees buckling.That’s right, baby. Her soft pants and squirming fuel me. Keir steadies her as I notice in my periphery, he’s fisted his veiny cock. Goddamn. I need that motherfucker.

Call me greedy, but at this moment I’m craving them both so much I can’t figure out what to do first with my hands. Two fingers ease inside Eden’s pussy. I smear her wetness on my hand, then reach toward Keir. He wastes no time letting go of his erection to place my hand on his length. The veins standing out across his groin while I work him are an impressive sight. Memories of love bites I put on those very paths of veins in the past make me smile.

Turning back to Eden, I run my teeth across her clit before sucking the skin above it, leaving a mark. Just a little something to remember this by.

“Mmm…Why does that feel so good?” she murmurs while running a hand through my hair. Keir leans over me to devour her mouth, both releasing moans that make my movements jerky as I stroke him.

Caught between them as they grope each other, I do what any self-respecting attention whore would do, I slide down to run my tongue over Keir’s ball sack before biting him lightly. “Holy…fuck,” he yelps pulling back to look at me wide-eyed. “Not nice.” But his cock gives him away, only engorging more.

“Sure.” Delivering him a cocky half-smile, I add, “You should give me a taste of my own medicine.” If only. There is not much of a chance he’ll do it, but hot fucking damn if he did.

He picks Eden up, her legs wrapping around him, forcing me to release him. I’m not much for watching without participating, but when Keir is involved it’s on his terms. I lean against the wall, running a thumb across my lips slick with Eden’s juices. She offers a hand out to me. “Come here…get over here.”

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