Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He wasn’t gentle and he certainly wasn’t taking his time, despite what they had just discussed, but Nolan was all for it. He’d waited long enough.
He stared up into his lover’s eyes.
His lover.
Damn, had his life changed! He’d gone from thinking he’d never have this opportunity with his long-time friend to it becoming reality. He was now sharing his life with the man he’d wanted for so long.
And, as an unexpected bonus, Hope was coming along for that ride.
A loud mewl from the direction of the throne drew his gaze, only to see Hope’s head thrown back and short puffs of breath escaping between her parted lips.
“Should we help?” Nolan whispered.
Cam stilled, glanced over at Hope, and shook his head. “No. Not without her permission. If she wants us to touch her, she’ll tell us.”
Good point.
Cam remained motionless, still deep inside Nolan as they both watched Hope sink her teeth into her bottom lip. A second later, her ass shot off the chair as an orgasm overtook her. When she slowly sank back to the throne, her eyes opened and she looked directly at them.
Busted. They were supposed to be the show, not her.
After turning off the vibrator, she gave them a lazy smile. “Did you like what you saw, boys?”
“Yes, Queen,” Cam answered in a sexy grumble.
“Carry on, then. It’s your turn, Handsome. But before you do, make sure he’s hard again. Just don’t make him come.”
That last demand was a tall order.
“Yes, Queen,” Cam repeated before once again focusing on Nolan.
Cam reached for the tube of lube and squirted more on his palm. He fisted Nolan’s cock with one hand while the other traced along his jaw, down his neck, over his chest.
This was the man Nolan was making a life with. Who he went to bed with every night. Who he worked side-by-side with every day.
The man Nolan loved.
He suspected that Cam loved him back, but neither had admitted it to each other yet. Was it possible they were avoiding it so they didn’t make things awkward with Hope and make her feel like a third wheel?
The real question was: would he be content only being with Cam? Of course. Is that what he preferred? Definitely not.
He and Cam weren’t a couple. No, the three of them were now in a true polyamorous relationship. What was developing between them went much deeper than sex. What started off as just naughty fun had turned into so much more.
For all of them.
So after all this time, it would be weird not to include Hope. Without her, the dynamics of their relationship would be off.
Nolan wanted her to know just how important she was to them. Along with the topic of condoms, he needed to have a discussion with Cam about Hope, since communication was key in any relationship.
The sounds of their flesh slapping together dragged him from his thoughts and Cam’s hand pumped Nolan’s cock at the same pace he was fucking him.
A groan bubbled up from the back of his throat since, as Hope wanted, Nolan’s hard-on was once again raging. But, of course, she didn’t want him to come.
While his first initial thought was she was being diabolical, he suspected there might be a good reason for her order. However, his balls were tight, his cock pulsing, and if Cam continued to jerk him off like that…
She would not get what she wanted.
His only saving grace would be if Cam came soon.
“Cam…if she wants me to remain hard, you need to come soon. Otherwise, I’m about to disappoint her.”
With a slight nod and a determined set to his jaw, Cam dug his fingers deeper into Nolan’s hips as he soldiered on. Unfortunately, the more his cock dragged over Nolan’s prostate, the more difficult it became to hold himself together.
“Cam,” he whimpered in desperation.
With a shudder, Cam’s head dropped forward and his eyes closed, but he said nothing. A clear sign he was about to come undone himself.
Luckily, not a minute too soon.
As he suspected, Cam’s next thrust was his last, deep and stuttering. But knowing he was coming made Nolan’s cock swell even more and brought him closer to sliding down that slippery slope.
“Cam,” Nolan whispered, drawing his fingertips along the man’s bristly jawline. “I don’t want to rush you, but I have no choice but to rush you.”
As soon as Cam’s brown eyes popped open, he quickly scrambled to collar the condom and pull free.
While relieved, Nolan also felt a loss with Cam no longer being inside him. Normally, Cam tended to linger after coming, whether while planted deep inside Nolan or Hope, until he could no longer physically do so. Nolan wasn’t sure how Hope felt about it, but Nolan loved the extended intimacy. It was second to none next to cuddling afterward.
“Release him.”
Cam unsnapped the nylon straps, freeing Nolan in record time and leaving him little time to wonder what Hope had planned next for him.