Reunion (8 page)

Grant knew this was a moment he’d both been waiting
for and dreading. Not because he didn’t want to be with both of them, but
because he feared RJ would turn them down. Their former lover’s admission he’d
been with a few men over the years actually encouraged him, even though a burning
jealousy flared in his stomach. He tightened his grip on RJ’s hand and took
Patti’s with the other.

“Yes, let’s take this into the living room…unless…”
He stood next to Patti, so that they both looked down at RJ, who’d remained
seated on the bench. “I don’t know how you managed to rent this place again,
RJ, but one of my most special memories of us was made in that bedroom over
there.” He tilted his head in the direction of the French doors. “You found
this place for us, because of that last special weekend. There doesn’t seem to
be any reason we can’t be together tonight. Come inside. I want to make love
with both of you…”

RJ sighed dramatically, a small smile tugging at
the corners of his mouth. “I never could win when both of you put your minds to
something.” He pushed to his feet, dropped Patti’s hand, and wrapped an arm
around her instead. Grant did the same and pulled the two of them into an
embrace. He needed to taste them, to remember the warmth of their kisses, the
caresses, the greedy hunger that always seemed to surround the three of them.
For him, it had always been equal parts lust and love.

Praying this was the second chance he’d dreamed
of, Grant bent his head to capture Patti’s mouth in a long-awaited kiss.
Pulling RJ close, he dug his fingers into the other man’s side in a silent
invitation.

RJ’s eyes closed as he leaned in, and he hummed
softly. Grant raised his hands, one to each of his lovers, threading his
fingers into silky hair, encouraging them to move closer. He rubbed his lips
gently against Patti’s mouth then moved to brush against RJ’s. They lazily
moved back and forth, soft, slow kisses that spun out. Each tantalizing taste,
sweeping away their years apart, like cobwebs from a once treasured room.

“Inside,” he murmured against RJ’s kiss. They’d
pressed so close together, there was no missing the shudder that coursed
through the other man’s body. Grant thought he might be remembering the last
time they were together—when he’d said that same word as he pressed through
RJ’s last barrier.

The bedroom was dark, except for faint hint of
starlight filtering in through the windows. Sweet, beautiful Patti went
straight to the bed and folded back the covers, then looked back at RJ. Grant
moved to stand behind him and wrapped him in his arms.

“Undress for us, Patti, sweetheart. Let us watch,”
Grant said.

A moan spilled over into the night, and he felt
the desire vibrate through RJ’s heavy frame as he kicked off his shoes,
apparently ready to jump onto the bed.

“God. You have no idea how many nights I’ve
dreamed of seeing her naked again,” RJ whispered, leaning forward.

Grant held him in place and pressed closer against
the hot, smooth back, cupping RJ’s thick cock through the heavy weight of
denim. “Oh, I think I might have some idea.”

Patti smiled, her face alight with mischief. “I
will, if you will. Grant, you undress RJ. A one for one trade.”

She crossed her arms and lifted her shirt
oh-so-slowly, partially revealing a flat, smooth stomach, with—

“Holy fuck, Patti. Is your naval pierced?” Grant
managed to squeeze out, despite the sudden lack of oxygen to his brain.

With a move to make a belly dancer proud, she
swiveled her hips, then raised the shirt even higher. A lacy lavender bra
peeked out under the hem of her tee.

“That’s not all I have pierced,” she teased.

“Oh fuck,” RJ said and pushed his pelvis toward
Grant’s hands, a silent encouragement to hurry-the-fuck-up.

Grant fumbled with the buttons of RJ’s 501 Levi’s,
his fingers clumsy with a need to hurry. RJ’s erection strained against the
button-fly, slowing the process even further. As soon as the last button slipped
free, he pushed at the denim, and RJ’s cock sprang free. Thick, proud, and
leaking.

“Oh fuck me,” Grant barely recognized his own
voice. “You went commando? Jesus Christ, RJ. You two are killing me here…Patti,
come on. That’s gotta be worth two pieces of clothing.”

With a flourish, she tugged her shirt over her
head, then tossed her hair so that it fell free, the red waves spilling around
her shoulders, brushing against her breasts. With a quick flick, she unfastened
her bra at the front and shrugged, so it landed in a lacy heap. Not that he
noticed much, because Patti cupped her breasts, and started squeezing and
pulling on her nipples. Her pierced nipples.
Oh my fucking God
.

His hips jerked against RJ’s ass and he moaned at
the friction. In a total frenzy, he gripped the hem of RJ’s shirt and jerked it
over his head, before starting on his own clothes. “Shit. Slow later. I’ve
waited too long to have you both back in my bed.”

****

Patti hid her smile as she fell back onto the mattress
and wiggled her way out of her jeans. The men nearly fell over in a race to
pounce on the bed, all reserve gone, only a raw hunger to reconnect, to touch,
to feel. For the moment, their attention was directed at her, but she knew the
hunger for each other was there, simmering under the surface.

They’d been apart for so long. These men had once
been her best friends, knew her better that anyone else ever had—at least when
she’d been ten years younger. The only person she’d even come close to in that
time was Gabe, but even he’d never held her heart like RJ and Grant. Grant and
RJ. They had so much to learn about each other, so far to go before they could
talk about the real meaning behind their reunion promise. There wasn’t going to
be any shortcut—they had a hell of a lot of work to do if they had a chance at
forever. But Grant was right—talk and slow would wait. Tonight, they needed the
comfort of each other.

She reached for RJ first, only because he’d landed
closest to her mouth. In a tight motion, she curled up, pushing his chest until
he collapsed against the pillows. She licked the underside of his cock, working
the tip, rolling her tongue over the heavy ridge, pressing into his slit. She
loved the feel of him, the taste of his salty pre-cum. He was thick and hard,
and oh…

Grant collapsed on the other side of RJ, his hand
slid over the tight muscles, nails scraping through the thick patch of hair
that covered RJ’s pecs. Cupping RJ’s jaw, he turned their lover’s head and
captured his lips in a raw, hungry kiss.

RJ moaned, and Grant changed the angle of the
kiss, leaving one hand splayed over RJ’s chest while the other shifted to lift
RJ’s head, taking possession, feasting on the other man’s mouth. She met
Grant’s heavy-lidded gaze, opened her throat and took RJ deep, hard, and fast.
Twin moans spilled out of the men, then RJ’s hips bucked as he started to fuck
her mouth. She hummed in pleasure, and RJ pulled back slightly from Grant’s
kiss.

“Shit, Patti! Going to make me come.” RJ’s voice
came out raw, a strangled cry that let her know just how close he already was.
He threaded his fingers into her hair, holding on in great fistfuls that stung
so good. God, she loved that wild abandon on the edge of pain.

With her lips stretched wide, Patti took RJ even deeper,
swallowing and moaning around his cock, letting him feel the vibrations. His
heels dug in to the mattress and the rhythm of his thrusts faltered.

One hand released her hair, and she moaned again
as RJ grabbed a handful of Grant’s hair instead and used it like a handle to
pull Grant away from the kisses—dragging him lower so that the two of them were
held in place, taking turns at swallowing RJ’s cock.

Patti pushed RJ’s knees toward his chest and Grant
held them in place, while he continued to lave their lover. She lapped at RJ’s
balls, so tight and full, she knew he was only hanging on by a thread. Moving
lower, she scraped her teeth along the smooth skin of his perineum.

“Oh God,” RJ gasped. He rocked his hips, gaining
momentum between the two mouths. Capturing Grant’s gaze, Patti swiped at RJ’s
tight pucker, then she fucked him with her tongue, and Grant swallowed RJ’s
cock to the thick base. When Patti pushed her thumbs through the tight ring of
muscles, their lover went right over the edge.

Grant’s throat worked as he swallowed and swallowed,
continuing to milk RJ’s cock. Then with a sexy wink, he pulled off and coated
his lips with cum, his easy smile an invitation she had no intention of turning
down.

****

Lord have mercy, Patti and Grant had sucked the
life right out of him. He lay nestled between his two lovers, willing his body
to move, even as they continued to stroke and caress him, murmuring words of
comfort and love. He had a very unmanly thought that this must be what it felt
like to be…cherished.

He tried to focus on his original intention to let
Patti and Grant be a couple, to maintain a safe emotional distance, but then
someone moaned and his tired dick twitched, and he surrendered. His good
intentions could live to fight another day, tonight was about need and now.
About affirming their connections, about taking their lives off hold.

For years, the memory of their last night had
sustained him through the loneliness of moving across the country, leaving
everything he’d known behind. Shit, he’d jerked off so many times to the mental
image, he figured he’d spilled enough cum to populate a planet. If he was
completely honest with himself, the chance to have Grant and Patti—

“Take me, Grant. Want you inside me…”

“Oh, fuck,” Grant whispered. He shifted his long,
lean body so he could look at RJ. “Are you sure, baby? We really don’t need—”

“Please…Patti has me ready. I’ve dreamed—”

RJ reached to pull Patti closer, but she sat back
on her haunches and reached for a bottle of lube and a condom on the
nightstand.

“Stay just like that, RJ. Let me glove Grant and
lube you,” Patti said.

“Wait, I need you under me, lover. Like last time.”
RJ struggled to put words together as their hands continued to caress, to
stroke, to love.

“Not this time, RJ. Just you and Grant. Stay just
the way you are so you can face him. I want to watch the two of you make love.”
Patti’s lid were heavy, her chest rose and fell rapidly, the thought of
watching seeming to excite her. He understood that feeling well, nodded once,
and turned to meet Grant’s gaze.

With quick movements, Grant pushed off the bed and
pulled RJ’s hips until he was at the edge of the mattress. “Show me, Patti.
Make him ready.” Grant’s hoarse whisper slid across RJ’s skin like a fine grain
sand paper.

The cool of slick sliding over his ass made him
gasp, but her tongue and thumbs had already relaxed him. Her fingers slid in
and out, spreading the lube, making both men moan.

“Ready for me?” Grant asked as Patti’s fingers
slipped from RJ’s ass.

Patti lubed Grant’s cock, then after a few strokes
she said, “Let me…”

The feel of Grant’s dick sliding along his crease
made him shiver, but Grant’s focus was intense as he stared down to where Patti
teased them both. Then she shifted her grip and the broad tip of Grant’s cock
split him open as his lover pressed inside.

As soon as she released Grant’s cock, Patti crawled
closer to RJ’s head and began to stroke his hair with one hand while the other
played almost absently with her breast. He wanted to beg her to let him taste,
but he couldn’t focus on anything but the pressure from Grant’s cock.

“So fucking tight, RJ. Jesus.”

“Not a lot of practice.” RJ gasped as Grant kept
up his slow penetration until he was seated balls deep.

Grant leaned down, pressing RJ’s thighs flat against
his chest, and captured his mouth. Their tongues dueled as his channel rippled
around the invasion. Grant pulled back from the kiss with a hard nip on RJ’s
lower lip. He pushed up, gripped RJ’s hips, preventing him from moving, then
Grant began an agonizingly slow in and out slide.

“Did I ruin you for anyone else?” he teased. The
smile on his face said Grant knew exactly the effect his deliberate pace was
having on RJ. 

“Must have…” RJ grunted a little as he pushed
upwards, trying to get the infuriating man to move. He watched Grant’s face
closely as he revealed his secret. “Never been anyone else, there. Only you,
Grant.” If RJ thought his words would inspire Grant to move faster, he couldn’t
have been more wrong.

Grant froze and looked down at him, his brows
raised, mouth slightly open.

“Oh, RJ,” Patti whispered. She stroked her hand
over his cheek and leaned in to take a gentle kiss. Then Grant’s mouth was
there too, and his lovers rained kisses over his face. The noise he made was
half moan of pleasure, half hungry demand.

“Need you to move, Grant. Please…”

The words seemed to shatter the last threads of
Grant’s control, and he plunged deeper, holding RJ’s hips as he moved forward
then back, thrusting hard and fast. Patti gripped RJ’s cock with one hand while
her other hand worked at her own clit, her soft, sensuous cries filling the
room.

This was everything RJ remembered and so much
more. RJ’s legs fell open, his feet finding purchase on the mattress, and
driving his hips up, he squeezed. His balls drew up tight and his ass muscles
spasmed around Grant’s cock as his orgasm ripped through him. Cum roped across
his chest, spilling over Patti’s hand as she milked him through his second release
of the night.

“Fuck,” Grant shouted. His hips stuttered to a
stop as the first wave of his orgasm hit and he pulsed inside RJ’s ass. He
shuddered, pushed deeper, then had another full-body spasm.

Patti released RJ’s cock and used her cum-drenched
fingers to spread open her folds. Rubbing his spunk over her swollen nub,
Patti’s hips rocked, her thighs tightened and she gave a quick series of gasps.
“Oh, now. I’m coming now.” God, her whispered moan made his exhausted dick
twitch, but there wasn’t anything doing there. He reached between her spread
thighs, slid a finger alongside hers, and together they finger-fucked her
through her clenching orgasm.