Page 51 of Unloved

Me: Depends. Am I cooking or am I watching you two do it?

Me: Because I could definitely get behind watching.

Samuel chuckles when he reads my text and Lennox just eyes me, a hint of mischief in his expression.

“You could, you know,” he says, with the slightest hint of seduction in his tone. “Watch us.”

All the blood in my body heads straight for my dick as an image of them, naked and together, flashes through my mind.

None of us had made any concrete rules about the physical affection between the three of us, but I know they’re waiting for me to make the first move. My comfort, my sobriety, my choices… they all matter to Samuel and Lennox.

I, as a person, with my own wants and needs, matter to them.

When I don’t answer, Lennox pushes a little. “Cat got your tongue?”

Shaking my head, I bite back the smile threatening to spread across my face and focus back on my phone.

Me: Maybe that can be on the menu for dessert?

My heart pounds as I press send.

The silence is heavy, and when neither of them respond, I find the courage to raise my head and look at them.

Samuel is the first to move, and before I know it, he’s standing in front of me. He curls his hand around my hip and lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Whatever you want is yours.”

Goose bumps cover my skin at his words. We almost never speak in front of each other without including Lennox, and when my eyes search for his, and I take in the tongue that skates across his lip, the rise and fall of his chest, and the hooded look in his eyes, I know this time hearing the words doesn’t matter.

He’s right here with us, on the very same page.

Needing him close, I hold out my hand to him. He slips his fingers between mine and sidles up next to Samuel. Allowing their closeness to fuel me, I lean my head toward Lennox, my intention clear. He closes the distance between us, and his mouth lands on mine. It’s gentle and reverent, two things I don’t feel like I deserve.

As if he can read my mind, Samuel’s hand on my hip tightens in encouragement, almost like he’s giving me permission—and not because Lennox is his, but because this kiss ismine.

Shifting slightly, I lean farther into Lennox and bring both of my hands to his face. Deepening the kiss, I take what he’s offering and tell myself to enjoy the way this feels. For the first time in the longest time, my reality is better than anything any dream could muster.

I relish in the warmth of him.

I relish in the taste of him.

I relish in the fact that in the morning, he’ll still be here and I’ll still remember.

Without even realizing he moved, I feel Samuel behind me, his front pressed to my back, his hands now wrapped around my waist, his lips peppering kisses to the nape of my neck. It’s sensory overload, but there is nothing in the world that could make me ask him to stop.

Samuel’s thick length brushes up against my ass, and my own cock struggles against the zipper of my jeans. I want to stay in this exact moment, and I want to move us to the bedroom and let our bodies lead the way, but I know I need to take it slow.

Enjoy the build up.

Respect the pace.

Listen to the needs of my sobriety.

Letting my hands drop from Lennox’s face, I link my fingers with theirs and lead us to the bedroom. Guiding us to the bed, I selfishly take the middle and both men find their way to either side of me. The light outside of the bedroom is the only one on and it gives just enough glow for me to see them and their faces as they both look down on me.

Lennox’s hand lands on my stomach as Samuel lowers his head and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is more hungry, more impatient, like all the waiting has made him ravenous. Where Lennox’s mouth gave, Samuel’s mouth takes, and I will forever be content to be whatever they need me to be.

I feel Lennox’s hand move down my torso as Samuel’s tongue dances deliciously with mine. Fingers stop at the button on my jeans as he brings his mouth to my ear.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs. “I can touch you. I can suck you. I can fuck you too.”

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