Page 127 of Tempting Fate

A steam of garbled words spills from his lips as, together, Jamie and I get him ready for us. He loses patience far before we do, but Jamie holds him down by the hip when he tries to push back and take us too quickly, and I kiss him when he complains, letting him bite my lips with fierce intent.

“Enough!” he cries finally, voice ragged. “I’m ready, more than ready, just please—”

I kiss him again, and this time I slide my fingers free, and Em almost sobs. Jamie stares at him for a moment, mouth half open, then gathers himself. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Patch, get behind him. Jesus, hurry.”

I want to laugh, but I can’t. Em pushes himself up and whines when I awkwardly position myself on the bed behind him. I grab him by the hips when he lifts himself up and his entire body shakes. His cock has to be aching, pre-cum dripping down his shaft and onto the sheets.

“I need…” He reaches back and grabs my cock, making me gasp in surprise. I press my mouth against his shoulder and pull him backwards, help him position himself over me.

We both groan when he slides down onto my cock. He’s hot and wet and not as tight as the first time we did this, but that doesn’t matter because my eyes roll back in my head all the same. Jamie lets out his own broken moan and when I lean and look around at the two of them, they’re kissing, Jamie’s hands tight on Em’s face.

“Jamie,” Em whines when they part. “Fucking get in me already.”

Jamie kisses him again, but he’s nodding, and when he pushes Em’s chest gently, I don’t need any more instruction. I drag him back against me, shifting our positions until Jamie tells me to stop. He rubs around Em’s hole, the base of my cock, and I want to thrust, but I know better—none of us are going to last long, so I should hold off now.

Jamie’s hot, hard cock presses alongside mine. Em jerks helplessly in my grasp. I resist the urge to dig my teeth into the skin underneath my mouth because I won’t hurt him, even if I want to mark him up and own him right now.

Jamie stares down at where we’re all joined, then his eyes snap up to our faces. They soften when they land on Em’s face, not quite concerned. “All right?”

“Move,” Em demands.

No doubt. No hesitation. Jamie nods, hair darkened where he’s sweating along his hairline. He shifts—I feel his cock drag along mine as he slowly moves his hips. Em gasps out a moan and pushes back against him, against both of us.

I growl and nip the side of his throat. Jamie moves faster, and now I can too, my hips thrusting up in small jerks that make Em whimper and shiver in my grip.

“Holy fuck,” Jamie mutters. He dives in for a kiss, almost missing my mouth. “You both feel so fucking good.”

My skin is hot. I want him inside of me, want to be helpless like this, full like this. Em shakes, eyes fluttering open and then shut again. He has one hand wrapped around my forearm, fingers digging in tight. I kiss where I just dug my teeth in, then reach down for his cock, and he cries out again when I grip hot, hard flesh.

“Yes,” he hisses between clenched teeth. “Make me come. Oh God, Patch, please.”

“Fucking do it,” Jamie says, nodding. His eyes are bright. He thrusts mercilessly, and we’re slick and warm and every breath brings me the deep, combined scent of the three of us.

I stroke Em hard and fast. He won’t last long anyway, and I want him to feel it. He throws his head back against my shoulder, crying out in pleasure. Jamie grunts and grabs Em’s thighs when Em tightens around us.

He’s going to—He comes with a wail and his whole body goes stiff, clenching so hard around us that I come, too, entire body shaking. Jamie keeps thrusting. He pants, murmurs that we’re perfect, he wants us, needs us, and when Em reaches a trembling hand out and touches his jaw, says, “Fill me up, now,” Jamie groans and comes just like we did.

He collapses on top of Em when he’s done. Em lets out a quiet, exhausted laugh. I’m still breathing hard, but I like the weight of the two of them on top of me, and though we might feel gross and sticky soon, right now I like that we’re both still inside Em, keeping him plugged full.

Eventually, Jamie reaches out and slaps one of my pecs gently with his left hand. I lift my head, blinking at him in question.

“Rain check,” he says. His voice is rough. “Unless you’re willing to do all the work?”

Em huffs. “His first time, you do it right,” he replies.

“I can wait,” I say because Jamie might not be about to fall asleep right now, but he’s already nuzzling into Em’s chest and absently stroking my chest with one hand. “Tomorrow?”

Em laughs again. Jamie clicks his tongue against his teeth, then nods. “Tomorrow,” he agrees.

I kiss Em’s temple. Jamie leans up and kisses us both softly, one after the other. When he takes Em’s glasses off, I hold out my hand, and they both watch me place them on the bedside table.

“I’m happy I found you both,” Em whispers. He seems to have no intention of letting us go. Not right now. “Glad I get to keep you.”

Jamie grins up at us. He drops a kiss on Em’s chest, over his heart, and then sets his head there to rest. I tighten my arms around them.

“So am I,” I reply.