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Conor reached out as soon as Luca was naked, taking his cock in his fist, stroking it with a firm, confident grip that had Luca panting within seconds.
So far, Harper had taken the submissive role in all their sexual explorations because she liked it, liked the way Luca took control. Her past lovers hadn’t been anything to write home about, all of them unimaginative in the bedroom. She hadn’t lied about her inexperience because all she’d indulged in during the past twenty-nine years was missionary and doggie style.
Boring.
Although she understood now that it wasn’t the positions, but the lovers who’d made sex so dull. Because, in truth, she, Conor, and Luca hadn’t engaged in much more than that these past two weeks either. The three of them still excited by simply exploring, caressing, and kissing every nook and cranny until they fell on each other in a mad dash of explosive passion.
With Luca and Conor, it didn’t feel like “just missionary and doggie style.” It felt fucking amazing and exciting.
Tonight, however, she wanted more from them…and for them.
She sat up slowly. Luca shot her a warning look, but she shook her head, reaching out to run her fingers down his arm, then Conor’s.
She followed those touches with kisses. Conor started to envelop her in his embrace, to pull her into that perfect circle of three they’d created, but she shoved away, moving until she was just out of their reach, sitting on the edge of the rug.
“Harper—” Conor started.
“Shhh. It’s my turn,” she murmured.
“What’s that mean?” Luca asked.
She tilted her head, hoping she wasn’t making a misstep here, hoping that both men wanted to take their relationship to the next level. Neither of them was making the first move, so perhaps it was time to give them a little shove in the right direction.
Harper gestured to Conor’s hand, still gripping Luca’s dick. “Use your mouth instead,” she whispered.
Luca jerked slightly, the action catching Conor’s attention. They looked at each other, and it felt as if they were engaging in some deep, meaningful conversation, all without saying a word.
“You want that?” Conor asked in a gravelly voice.
Luca nodded just once. “More than I can say.”
Conor released a slow breath, then gave them one of those too-infrequent grins. He tilted his head toward the couch. “Go sit there.”
Luca moved over to the couch, perching on one end, his legs outstretched, making room for Conor, who followed.
Kneeling between Luca’s legs, Conor resumed his previous grip, stroking him a few times before bending forward to take the head of Luca’s cock in his mouth.
Harper and Luca gasped at the same time.
“Come here, sunshine,” Luca said gruffly, moaning at the end as Conor slid farther down his dick.
She stood, pulling off her own shirt and bra, her eyes locked on Conor’s mouth on Luca.
Luca patted the couch next to him, but she shook her head, walking over to sink down next to Conor on the floor.
“The view is better down here,” she said.
Luca chuckled, but only for a second, the sound cut off by a groan. Her gaze flew to where Conor had reached between Luca’s legs to cup his balls.
Releasing Luca with a pop, Conor shifted slightly, making room for her. “If you stay down here, I’m going to put you to work.”
She laughed breathlessly. “You say that like it’s a threat.”
Conor grasped her hand, pulling it between Luca’s legs, using his own to hold it as he encouraged to cup his balls the same way he had. Then he grasped her forefinger, guiding it lower, pushing it against a spot that had Luca pounding his fist on the couch cushion, his back arching.
“You two will be the death of me,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Perineum,” Conor murmured in her ear. “Just call it the guy’s G-spot. Keep rubbing it.”
