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I didn’t know how to respond. “Are you going to name me Horny?”
Oz’s smile was half amusement and half feral and completely delicious. “No. I’m going to call you Luna. My Luna. Every night that you’ve been gone I considered kicking down Violet’s door to get you.”
“She would’ve killed you.” I was horrified by the idea, and that any part of me thought it was a sweet sentiment.
“You wouldn’t have forgiven me, and that was what held me back. I’ve never been that guy before, but you make me surrender all reason. I love you, Luna.”
My heart swelled in my chest. “I love you too. So much.” The longer I sat here, pressed between them, the lighter I felt. It’d be neat if we just kind of floated away in a cloud of bliss.
“Feeling a little left out here,” Graham said lightly.
I leaned more of my weight into him and pulled his arms tighter around me. “You’re as much a part of this equation for me as Oz is. I’m sorry I ruined your life.”
“Don’t.” Graham was stern. “It’s like you keep saying, I made my own decisions. Some of them were for the challenge, a lot more of them of them were so I could spend time with you, but all of them brought us to this point. My life isn’t ruined. There were downs, there were some amazing ups and there will be more. My world shines brighter with you in it. You’re my heart. My mind. My sanity. And I was an idiot to push you away. I need you here with me. With us. I don’t care what comes next as long as we’re all facing it together.”
My heart was soaring. Both Graham and Oz’s repeated use of we and us to describe them both didn’t escape me either. That must be quite a story. I felt their love and hope and both spoke to something I’d been missing since I cut myself off from them.
And then Oz was kissing me again. So was Graham. Mouths gliding along my neck, my lips, my jaw, my ears, my shoulders. Most if their attention stayed above my neck except for the occasional hand that glided up my side or over my stomach.
It was about as chaste as being pinned between two men could be.
“What do you want, right at this moment?” Oz asked. “Anything.”
Double banana split with extra fudgeprobably wasn’t the kind of mood-enhancing answer he was looking for. It wasn’t what I wanted anyway. I wanted that first night with Oz, but times two. I bit my bottom lip.
Oz’s wicked smile was back. “Tell me.”
“Use me like a set of holes. Fuck me hard and fill me up until I’m sore and sticky.”
Graham’s groan rumbled against my back. “How is that a turn on when you say it?”
“Because you’re as filthy and desperate as she is,” Oz said. “And I’m gonna let you watch. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you have a taste.” He shifted me on the mattress enough to pull me from Graham and push me roughly onto my back, pinning me in place with his hand on my stomach.
Graham grabbed my wrists. He was more gentle than Oz had been doing the same thing, but I still couldn’t break free. Not that I wanted to.
Oz forced his knee between my legs, pressing it against my pussy, prompting me to grind against him. He shoved my dress to my chest, and kneaded my breasts hard enough to draw a long groan from me.
Each new pinch, twist, and light slap from Oz had me whimpering louder. Squirming. Loving every minute of it as I fell into bliss.
Oz removed his knee to push the crotch of my panties aside and penetrate me with his fingers. Without the fabric, my thighs were coated in an instant as he fingerfucked me and abused my nipples.
I was lost enough in pleasure that I was barely aware of him removing one hand. I heard the sound of tearing foil. He slid his fingers from me, and my body groaned at the sudden absence of any sensation besides Graham pinning me in place.
I hoped he was fucking enjoying the show. I was certainly enjoying being part of it.
Oz thrust his cock inside me without warning, burying himself deep and stretching me out. I’d missed this far more than was reasonable considering it had only been a few weeks.
I rocked against him as he glided in and out, over and over, enough to work me to the brink of anticipation. I knew how this part of the game worked. If I wanted more, I’d have to beg, and I may or may not get it right away. The odds were part of the fun.
“Make me come, please?” I whimpered.
“No.” Oz pulled out again. “In fact, if you touch yourself, no orgasms.”
Geez, this was the most delicious torture.
Oz moved to kneel next to me instead, reached past me, and grabbed Graham by the back of the neck. Graham obeyed the silent prompting, crawling forward to draw Oz into his mouth, licking my juices away.
H. O. T.
