What He Left Behind (15 page)

Damn it. Another attempt to move too far, too fast, and it’ll only be a setback that’ll—

Michael kisses Ian.

And my glass nearly tumbles into the water.

Michael grips the sides of Ian’s neck in both hands, as if he’s afraid Ian will pull away. At first, I’m certain Ian will. His spine’s rigid, and his shoulders tense as if he’s about to bolt. Then he wraps one arm around Michael. And the other. His hand slides up to cradle the back of Michael’s head, and…

Wow.

One second, he’s hesitating.

The next, Ian tilts his head and moves in for more. His cheek hollows. Michael’s jaw relaxes. Across the tub, my balls tighten because I know how
both
men feel and taste when they kiss that deeply.

They pull apart and stare at each other. Both are out of breath.

No need to ask for a verdict. Their eyes say it all even before Michael licks his lips and Ian shivers.

“I have to say,” Michael murmurs, “that wine tastes even better like this.”

“No arguments here,” Ian growls, and kisses Michael again, harder this time. Together, they shift around, and Michael’s suddenly in Ian’s lap, straddling him. Without breaking the kiss, he grasps Ian’s wrist and guides it beneath the water. My blood pressure soars. Ian groans as Michael inhales sharply through his nose. Ian’s shoulder dips. Rises. Dips again. Michael shudders, digging his fingers into Ian’s arm. I can’t see Ian’s hand below the surface, but whatever he’s doing is driving Michael insane.

For all I know, they’ve forgotten I’m here, but I’m totally okay with that. There is officially nothing in the world hotter than watching my husband and my best friend making out in a hot tub. Jesus. Why didn’t we think of this years ago?

Because Michael wasn’t ready for it.

A chill cuts through the warmth of arousal and the hot tub, and memories flood my mind. How this all started with him. How he shied away from me. How he still flashes back sometimes when things get intense.

But…there he is. After the briefest possible conversation about it, he’s in. Arms around my husband, rubbing against him and kissing him as if that earlier flinch and all the ones before it never even happened.

Michael tilts his head back, and my skin tingles as Ian takes the cue and kisses his way down that beautiful bared neck.

“So, um.” Michael turns to me as Ian damn near bites him. “Yeah. That, uh, this’ll work.”

“You don’t say.” Shit, even I’m out of breath.

“I think we should go upstairs,” Ian murmurs against Michael’s throat. “Because I really,
really
want to suck his dick.”

Panic shoots through me—Michael’s okay with me going down on him, but Ian?

Michael drags his nails across Ian’s shoulder. “In that case, we should definitely go upstairs. Or else your neighbors are going to get a show.”

Relief replaces panic.

And then arousal takes over. Nothing but pure, electric arousal.

Holy fuck, this is going to be hot.

Chapter Fifteen

We wait until we’re inside to slip off our swim trunks. Our privacy fence keeps out most prying eyes, but it’d be just our luck that the night someone decided to look would be the night we’d traipse naked into the house with hard-ons and a third guy. So, in the interest of keeping neighborhood barbecues from getting awkward, we step into the laundry room and peel off what little clothing we have on.

On the way upstairs, Ian steals a glance at Michael. Michael steals one at him as we step into the bedroom. And in the split second I turn away to close the door, they’re kissing. I don’t know who grabbed who, or who’s in control, or what, but the two most gorgeous men in the universe are naked, dripping wet and kissing next to my bed.

At first, all I can do is stare. I’ve fantasized about this plenty of times over the years but never imagined it would actually happen, and now, there they are. Soaked. Naked. Erect.

And why the hell am I just staring?

As I come closer, they break the kiss and turn to me, both grinning. They start to let each other go, but I put up my hands.

“No, no. Don’t stop on my behalf.” I lower myself to my knees beside them. “I can keep my mouth busy.” Closing my fingers around each of their cocks, I add, “Hands too.”

“He’s good at that,” Ian murmurs.

“Mmhmm,” Michael says. “Really good.”

Ian might’ve had a smart remark or something to add, but then I’ve got his cock in my mouth, and the only sound he makes is a soft whimper, which Michael promptly muffles.

I switch back and forth from Ian’s cock to Michael’s while they kiss above me. Someone’s hand is in my hair. Someone groans. I can’t tell one from the other, and there’s something ridiculously hot about that. It’s been years since I’ve had a threesome, and I’ve never imagined I’d actually have one with these two. This is going to be
amazing
. It already is.

Please don’t let this night end. Ever.

Michael’s hips rock. Fingers twitch against my scalp—they must be his, since they’re encouraging me to take him deeper in my throat.

“We should…” He pauses, and when I glance up, he’s kissing Ian again. Then he breaks away. “Bed. Before I fucking collapse.”

“Good idea,” Ian says.

I release them both, and they each extend an arm to me. My legs are a little tingly from kneeling for so long, but they still work, and with help from the guys, I manage to get upright and onto the bed.

Michael winds up in the middle, and he’s barely horizontal before Ian and I both start on him. I kiss his mouth while Ian starts down his neck, and I lose track of Ian after that. All I’m aware of is Michael’s kiss, his hot body next to mine, his hand finding—and now stroking, oh God—my cock. Hands and mouths are everywhere. Skin on skin. Fingers in hair. Teasing nipples, stroking cocks, nipping skin here and there—I’ve never been in bed with two men as passionate as these two at the same time, and every second promises to drive me out of my mind.

Ian starts kissing his way down Michael’s chest. He did say he wanted to suck Michael’s dick, and my whole body is on fire just imagining the sight of it.

Michael bites his lip and squirms. “Fuck…”

Then Ian kisses above Michael’s navel.

And Michael sucks in a sharp breath.

His body goes stiff. My blood goes cold.

Ian and I both lift our heads.

And there they are—Michael’s nerves.

“You all right?” Ian asks.

“Michael?” I touch his face.

He closes his eyes, and the breath he draws this time is deep but controlled. Steady. He inhales, puts his hand over the top of mine on his face and exhales slowly.

“Easy,” I whisper. “It’s just us. Just you, me and Ian.”

Ian comes back up and eases himself down beside Michael. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Michael shakes himself and opens his eyes. “Oral is a weird thing for me. I should’ve said something.”

Ian glances at me, eyebrows up.
What do I do?

“Do you want him to try again?” I ask Michael. “Or hold off for tonight?”

Michael scowls. “I want you to,” he says to Ian. “God, I do. But…” He shivers, lips pulling tight as he does, and I caress his face again.

“It’s just us,” I remind him. “Nothing has to happen. You’re not obligated to do anything.”

“I know.” Michael inhales. Exhales. Opens his eyes. Then he licks his lips and grins sheepishly. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s this—”

“Don’t apologize.” Ian kisses Michael’s forehead. “This is a new thing. I’m new to you.”

“You are. But I like this. Just have to get past—” Michael taps his temple.

“Take all the time you need. There’s absolutely no hurry. Tonight or any other night.”

“Thank you.” Michael curves his hand around the back of Ian’s neck, and he kisses him. Gently at first, but then they both come back for more. Michael opens to him, and Ian takes the invitation, deepening the kiss as Michael’s hand drifts lower. When Michael starts stroking Ian’s cock, Ian groans and kisses him even harder, and Michael gives as good as he gets—oh yeah, he’s definitely back.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Not just the fact that my husband and best friend are kissing and turning each other on, but that Michael’s actually okay. His nerves have raised their heads, but he’s tamped them down, and
fast
. I can’t help smiling as I watch the two of them kiss—Michael’s definitely come further than he thought. Of course I’m not surprised he trusts Ian, but his demons showed up when it was just him and me too, so they were bound to make an appearance or two tonight. The fact that he’s banished them so quickly, and recovered enough to get back in the game after just a moment of calming himself down—he can’t possibly know that’s nearly moving me to tears.

You really are back, aren’t you?

Oblivious to me, Ian breaks the kiss and meets Michael’s eyes. “All of this is at your speed. Whatever you want to do.”

“Good,” Michael pants against Ian’s lips. “Because right now, I want to fuck you.”

Ian and I both stare at him. My heart goes haywire—Ian’s not much of a bottom, though he’s not opposed to it, but it’s this aggressiveness from Michael that turns me on like
whoa
. And blows my mind in the wake of that brief setback.

“You’re sure you’re ready for that?” I ask.

Michael’s gaze stays fixed on Ian. “Yeah.” He strokes Ian’s cock, biting his lip when Ian shudders and curses. To me, Michael says, “I’m definitely ready for it.”

“Thank fuck,” Ian says. “So am I.” He kisses him again, briefly this time. “There’s lube next to the bed.” He grins. “How do you want me?”

“Depends.” Michael’s eyes gleam with lust. “You want it hard or slow?”

Ian shivers. “Is that even a question?” The grin broadens. “
Hard
.”

I’m surprised Michael doesn’t come right then and there. Hell, I’m surprised
I
don’t.

“If you really want it hard”—Michael nods toward the foot of the bed—“get on your hands and knees.” To me, he says, “Could you hand me the lube, please?”

Despite my hands forgetting how they’re supposed to work, I somehow manage to get him the lube from the nightstand without dropping it.

Ian gets on his hands and knees and holds on to the footboard. I lie down beside him, holding myself up on my elbow, and watch, my pulse soaring as Michael kneels behind Ian with the bottle of lube in his hand.

Michael puts some lube on himself. He inhales sharply—just stroking lube onto his cock is enough to make his breath hitch. As he positions himself behind Ian, Michael’s eyes are heavy-lidded, and he’s breathing hard already, but evidently he’s still focused enough to push into Ian.

“Oh…
God
.” Ian moans, closing his eyes and gripping the footboard. He rocks back, driving Michael deeper. They’re breathing almost in unison now, and their bodies are falling into synch like they’ve done this a million times before.

My mouth waters. Apparently there is something hotter than watching them make out in a hot tub. Jesus Christ.

“Josh.” Ian beckons to me, and then taps the footboard in front of him. I quickly get up off the bed and come around in front of him. As soon as I’m within reach, he grabs my arm, pulls me closer. Before I know what’s happening, my cock is between his lips. I grab the footboard and Ian’s hair for balance. I’ve experienced his mouth countless times before, but all my senses are heightened tonight, and every touch sends lightning bolts through my veins.

Over Ian, I meet Michael’s eyes. I can’t tell if his skin is still damp from the hot tub, or if he’s sweating now, but either way, the sheen just adds to that primal gleam in his eyes. When he licks his lips, I can’t help shuddering, and inadvertently push my cock deeper into Ian’s mouth. He groans, though, and he starts teasing my balls with his fingers as he deep throats me.

“Shit,” I breathe. “That is so…” Words. Fuck words. Fuck thoughts. Ian’s sucking my cock and Michael’s fucking Ian right in front of me, and I don’t know or care how to articulate anything beyond a long, helpless moan.

The harder Michael fucks Ian, the more enthusiastically Ian sucks my cock. The more I curse and gasp, the harder Michael fucks Ian. I have just enough presence of mind to hope they’re both as overwhelmed with pleasure as I am, that they’re both as close to the edge. My eyes don’t want to focus, but I force them to, and it’s worth it—Michael’s definitely getting close to the edge, and the sight is unbelievable. His eyes screwed shut. His lips apart. Sharp, uneven breaths. Hard, frantic thrusts. Every muscle is tense, his knuckles blanched as he holds on to my husband’s hips, his skin shining with sweat. And God, I can feel his thrusts—every time he slams into Ian, Ian jerks forward, his lips and hand tightening around my cock like an echo of Michael fucking him.

And then Michael forces himself in as deep as Ian will take him. Ian moans, the sound reverberating through me as Michael throws his head back and releases a choked half cry, half whimper, and shudders. Ian doesn’t let up, and between his mouth and the sight of Michael coming undone, I lose it. I grab onto the footboard for balance as the world shifts beneath my feet and everything goes white for a moment. Ian keeps stroking me and teasing me with his tongue, drawing my orgasm out until my legs nearly drop out from under me.

Ian stops. I blink a few times. Michael’s dropped back onto his heels, breathing hard and also blinking like he can’t quite focus. Ian’s grinning up at me as he licks his lips.

“Oh my God,” I moan.

“Yeah.” Michael exhales. “That. But we still…” He puts a hand on Ian’s hip. “Still gotta make you come.”

“I don’t think that’ll be difficult.” Ian gets up on his knees, and he reaches for me, but Michael puts an arm around him and pulls him back. Ian turns his head, and as soon as they kiss, I swear an aftershock of my orgasm almost puts me on my knees. Michael’s out of breath, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing Ian deeply, just the way he does after I’ve sucked him off.

Ian grips the back of Michael’s head with one hand, and strokes himself with the other. Oh yeah. We definitely need to get that man off.

“Put him on his back,” I say. “I think he deserves one hell of an orgasm.”

Michael breaks the kiss. “I think you’re right.” While they shift position, I come around the bed and join them, and Ian’s shoulders have barely hit the bed before my mouth is around his cock.

“Oh yeah,” he groans. “
Fuck
.”

I nudge his thigh, and he parts his legs for me. When I slip two fingers inside his ass, he grips my hair. He moans, but it’s a muffled sound, and I glance up to see Michael kissing him deeply, and the two of them make out as I suck Ian’s cock and fuck him with my hand. Ian’s already close to the brink when I start; I’m tempted to stop, let him calm down completely, and then give him the kind of long blowjob he loves, but that would be cruel at this point, so I don’t hold back.

In almost no time, he’s nearly there. His cock gets thicker, harder, and he curses and gasps as he tries to thrust into my mouth. I crook my fingers, and—

“
Fuck!
” He nearly comes up off the bed as semen jets across my tongue. “Oh my—” He’s muted again, his cries reduced to barely audible moans by Michael’s mouth, and between us, we keep him coming until he breaks the kiss to whisper, “S-stop…please…”

I swallow as I carefully withdraw my fingers.

Ian sinks back down to the mattress. He covers his eyes for a moment, just catching his breath. “Wow.”

“I agree.” Michael nuzzles his neck. “You two are fucking
hot
in bed.”

I chuckle as I come up to join them. “You say this like it’s a surprise.”

“Oh, it’s not.” He grins at me over my panting, trembling husband. “But you’ve gotta admit—experiencing is believing.”

“Good point.”

Ian lowers his hand. “Don’t know. Might have to do it again. Just to be sure.”

“You want to catch your breath first?”

He nods vigorously. “Yes. Please.”

Once Ian can stand, we all get up to clean ourselves off, and then collapse on the bed again, Ian and me on either side of Michael. We’re all still lethargic and relaxed, but I feel more coherent now. Michael’s eyes are clearer. Ian has returned to planet Earth. None of us are quick to fall asleep after sex, so as the dust settles, we’re all wide awake. Just relaxed. Really relaxed.

Michael glances back and forth between us. “So I guess this means I’m good with other guys. Not that Ian’s a stranger, but…”

“I know what you mean,” Ian says. “I’m new to you. In this sense, anyway.”

Michael nods. To me, he says, “You were right. This was a good idea.”

Ian arches an eyebrow. “Oh, so this was
your
idea?”

“Are you surprised?” I ask.

“Hmm. Well. Now that you mention it…”

“That’s what I thought.” I smooth Michael’s hair. “You did still get nervous. Maybe this is something we should keep doing. Just until those nerves settle.”

“So, all three of us?” Ian asks.

I nod. “Or the two of you. Whichever works.”

Michael runs his fingers along Ian’s arm. “Well, I’m definitely not opposed to one-on-one with either of you. But both together?” He grins. “I’m not going to say no to that either.”