“Do you want that, Zane?”

Beau opened his eyes and looked up the length of Zane’s magnificent body until he reached his eyes. Zane was staring down at him, and the second their gazes collided, Beau knew what was coming.

“Yes,” Zane growled the single word and Beau’s cock throbbed, lengthened. He wasn’t sure he’d make it to that point. “Stand up.”

Beau released Zane’s cock from his mouth with a loud pop, never breaking the eye contact. He stood to his feet, and although he was taller and a few pounds heavier than Zane, he actually felt smaller. The control Zane had over him was compelling, even if the man didn’t realize it.

When Zane moved forward, Beau waited, wondering what was going to happen next.

“Get down. I want you to undress him,” Zane told V.

Beau wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle her talented little mouth on him. He was primed and ready to explode. When V didn’t hesitate, jumping to her feet and moving closer to him, Beau could only watch.

When her small fingers found his belt buckle, he sucked in a breath, the cool contact against his bare skin beneath his shirt was almost too much.

“Turn around and lean against the counter.”

Beau processed V’s words, but it took a few seconds before his feet actually did what his brain was telling them to do. Zane moved around to the side, his arm brushing against him and Beau found it even harder to breathe.

He felt like he was in an alternate universe, watching this from somewhere far away, but close at the same time. He knew the sensations of her hands touching him while she removed his clothes one piece at a time were real, he just didn’t know it could be this good. His skin was hypersensitive; there was a buzz in his brain similar to when he’d had his fair share of liquor. Beau didn’t want it to end.

Sex had always been good, and Beau had never been dissatisfied. Ever. But this... This was more than the best he’d ever had. It was as though the electrical current directly connected to his bloodstream was making a complete circuit.

Beau sucked in a breath when V’s soft, warm hand gripped his dick, stroking him so lightly, it was almost the equivalent of a light breeze. So good.

He watched her, seeing how her pretty pink lips wrapped around the engorged head, the feel of her tongue teasing the slit in the head had his knees shaking.

“Do you like her hot mouth on you?”

Zane’s words filtered in through the haze in his brain and Beau nodded, watching as she slid him deeper in her mouth, her tongue teasing the underside before curling around him completely.

“Son of a –” He let the last word die off as he got lost in the sensation.

“Open your eyes,” Zane demanded and Beau’s eyes flew open, but he didn’t look at the man. He kept his gaze firmly planted on V and her lips as she continued to torment him with pure, ecstasy.

“Have you ever had a blow job by a man, Beau?”

Zane’s tone was harsh, but not mean in any way. It was almost like the guy could hardly contain whatever was building on the inside.

“No,” he said honestly. Unless his dreams counted, Beau had never felt a man’s lips on his aching dick. No matter how much he’d wanted it.

His brain barely registered the movement when Zane’s body lowered closer to the floor, directly in front of him, beside V.

Beau had to grip the edge of the granite countertop just to remain standing, and Zane hadn’t even touched him. Just the thought of his mouth on him had his balls tightening, the need to come too much to bear. He couldn’t watch, wasn’t sure he could handle the sight of Zane blowing him.

The sensations changed, and Beau dropped his head back, keeping his eyes tightly closed. V’s silken hand was still wrapped around the base, applying just enough pressure to keep him grounded in the moment, but as soon as a pair of firm lips wrapped around the head of his cock, Beau’s body shook violently, his cock jumping.

“Open your eyes, Beau.”

V’s words were encouraging, but he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t sure he’d survive it if he did. He grunted and inhaled sharply, the warmth that enveloped him was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Zane’s mouth wasn’t gentle or teasing. The man was both hesitant and demanding all at the same time.

When the warmth disappeared, Beau wanted to cry out from the loss.

“Open your eyes.” The male growl that erupted in his ear drums had Beau pulling his head forward. “Watch. It’s all about you right now. Only you.”

Well, when Zane put it that way...

Beau tilted his head down, holding his breath as he prayed that he wouldn’t pass out. Oh, God! It was so fucking good. Too damn good to be real. His dreams hadn’t felt like this. Nothing felt like this before.

A growl pierced the air and Beau realized it was him. He watched, transfixed on the two heads between his legs and when V moved lower, using her little tongue to bathe his nuts, Beau wondered how he was still standing.

“Fuck!”

“Open your eyes, Beau.” Again, V’s voice brought him back from the edge. “Fuck his mouth.”

The idea hadn’t even occurred to him. This was Zane. Zane was always in control, and Beau didn’t want to do anything that would make him stop doing what he was doing.

“Now.” V’s demand made his hand move of its own volition, gripping the silky, lustrous strands of Zane’s hair as he pulled him closer, slowly sliding his dick deeper into the man’s mouth, watching as the shaft disappeared inch by inch until he was damn near in Zane’s throat. Pulling out, he repeated the process over and over, ever so slowly, not wanting to rush this because he knew as soon as he did, he was going to come.

When Zane sucked painfully hard, Beau realized he’d closed his eyes again, and he was now staring down at the man on his knees before him. His cock fell from Zane's lips, and Beau wanted to beg him not to stop.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Without another thought, Beau got with the program, traipsing naked across the spacious living room and over to the bed. He had no choice. It was that or panic.

He refused to do the latter.


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Zane had no idea what prompted him to suck Beau’s dick, but he had. Never having been one to feel regret, the feeling didn’t overcome him now. He didn’t regret this, but with each and everything they did, he was reinstating the fact that this wasn’t something he craved. Whether or not that made him feel any better, he didn’t know. The only thing he did know, he was going through with it.

When he’d told Beau that this was about him, he’d meant it. Something in his friend’s eyes made him want to be here. Right here in this moment. With V by his side, Zane knew this was finally all about someone other than him or her. As many times as the three of them had come together, it’d never been like this. He realized how selfish he’d been. Their threesomes had always been about the woman, even if the two of them found their own satisfaction. Only Zane hadn’t realized that Beau’s satisfaction had never been complete.

Oh, he wasn’t being a fucking martyr. That’s not why he was doing this. He had his own curiosity, and this was satisfying that need, but more importantly, he was eager to bring Beau to the edge and send him over.

“You, naked.” Zane looked over at V who was standing to the side like she wasn’t invited to this little shindig. Thankfully she didn’t have much in the way, and within seconds she was stark naked, and Zane’s body reared to life even more so than before.

Zane nodded to V, and the woman seemed to know exactly what he wanted from her. She moved in closer to Beau, pulling his head down to hers and kissing him with a fury that the moment required. It didn’t take long before the two of them were on the bed, and V had managed to get on top of Beau. He opted to watch for a few minutes as he gathered condoms and lubricant.

When he turned back around, he found Beau flat on his stomach, V straddling his back as she moved down his body placing kisses across the taut skin. Beau was rigid and unmoving, and although the expression on his face looked pained, he looked like he was enjoying it.

Zane didn’t move, watching intently as V did something he’d never expected her to do. She’d crawled down between Beau’s legs and was placing small bites along his ass, using her hands to separate the white globes before her tongue disappeared between them.

Beau’s body bowed, and he growled, a sound Zane had never heard before. She continued to ream his ass with her tongue, moments before she slid one finger inside his ass. Zane’s dick jumped, forcing him to grip it painfully. The sight was profoundly prurient, and he wished like hell V had done that to him.

Later. There was plenty of time for the two of them to explore later.

When her other hand slid across the mattress, Zane looked down, confused. She pulled her fingers in and out as though beckoning him for something and when he met her eyes, she darted them down to the tube of lubrication in his hand. He tossed it to her, returning his gaze to where she continued to tease the man’s puckered hole with one small finger. For the first time in his life, Zane realized he was considering fucking a man. As strange as the feeling was, he wanted this. What that said about him, he didn’t know. He didn’t fucking care either.

“Do you like that?” He found himself talking once again to Beau. “Do you like when V fucks your ass with her fingers, Beau?”

“Fuck yes. More. God, I need more.”

Beau’s body was bucking on the bed, his thick cock pressed into the mattress beneath his big body, his ass pressing insistently against V’s finger – no, make that two fingers. That’s why she needed the lube. Zane watched as V began scissoring her fingers in his ass.