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  Her body pressed alongside his, tight enough that his cock was trapped between them.

  “Busy until lunch,” she said against his lips. “It’s going to be hard.”

  The pun was horrible, but Brett couldn’t have cared less, not when her mouth was brushing against his own, the most delicate of caresses. He could hear Leo talking on the phone, but it was beyond him to make sense of words when Lisa’s touch was setting him on fire.

  * * * *

  Leo waited until he had come off the phone before he turned fully to Brett and Lisa. Even from across the room and despite the lingering smoke, Lisa was sure he could already smell the combined scent of her lust and Brett’s. Leo wouldn’t need more than a glimpse from the very corner of his eye to know that they were starting without him.

  She wasn’t worried that he would mind. She was even rather certain he wouldn’t. Over the years, they’d all taken turns watching for a while before joining in. Watching could be rewarding, with a few words uttered at the right moment, or a helping hand offered to speed things up—or delay a premature ending. Yes, watching one’s lovers play could be a lot of fun. But Lisa preferred by far to be the one playing.

  “Should we go back to the bedroom?” she whispered against Brett’s mouth.

  As she talked, she slipped her arms around him to press her hands to his ass and draw him tight against her. His cock was already thick and hard against her thigh. She couldn’t have said if his shudder came from her words or the feel of her body against his. He answered with a moan and sought her mouth for a fiery kiss.

  Without breaking the kiss, she pressed against him, guiding him backward toward the bedroom. After only two steps, however, he stumbled, then bumped against the wall. Good enough for now, she decided, and pushed him back against the wall.

  His mouth followed hers when she started to pull away, but she held him in place and broke the kiss. A tiny sound of loss rose from his throat when his eyes fluttered open. Lisa traced his lips with a fingertip to shush him.

  “Sh… We’ll have plenty of time for kissing. For now…”

  She knelt to show what she meant. Before she could guide his cock out of his tented boxers, he let out a hum. Lisa glanced up to see that Leo had returned to them. Tight against Brett’s side, he cupped Brett’s chin in his hand and angled his head for a kiss. It seemed that Brett would get the kiss he wanted along with the blowjob she wanted to give him, lucky bastard.

  She pumped her hand a few times over his cock, enjoyed the heat rising through his hardened flesh, then licked the very tip. Brett’s hips bucked, and she grinned.

  “Always so impatient,” she murmured, caressing his shaft with her lips. “Haven’t you learned yet that good things take time?”

  Leo’s chuckle answered her. “Don’t torture the birthday boy,” he admonished. “We’ve already ruined his breakfast.”

  Maybe Leo had a point there.

  Forgoing teasing—because no, what she’d been doing had not been torture, far from it; she might have to remind Leo of the difference, sometime—she took the tip of Brett’s cock into her mouth and started to suck ever so lightly. Above her, Brett hissed a breath that almost sounded like her name. He was always so responsive…

  Curling one hand around the base of his cock and resting the other against his ass, she intensified her sucking, lowering her mouth onto him and raising it again in quick, smooth movements. Soon, two hands entwined in her hair, one from each man. Usually she’d have blown both, taking turns sucking on each succulent cock to drive them crazy, but it was Brett’s birthday. Leo would have to wait.

  Those two gentle hands tried to guide her, but she resisted and continued to follow her own pace—and no, she mentally told Leo, that still wasn’t torture. If it had been, Brett would have been gasping by now, pleading and begging for release. Instead, muffled moans drifted down from the two men, and Lisa couldn’t resist peeking up, already knowing what she would find.

  They were gorgeous when they kissed, the same abandon reflected in both their faces, framed in light honey for Brett and dark hair for Leo. She’d known for a long time that Leo had feelings for her, and Brett’s own had been all too obvious mere days after they had first met, but when she had brought them together she had hoped they could enjoy each other’s company. She was glad that it had become a lot more than that for both of them.

  She sucked on Brett’s cock a few seconds longer, finally pulling back and allowing her teeth to brush along the sensitive underside. Brett gasped, ending the kiss to look down at her and pant as she let go of his dick, “Why… why did you stop?”

  She rose to her feet, running her hands along Brett’s legs and feeling his skin erupt into goose bumps under her fingers.

  “We’ve got plenty of time,” she said again, this time all but purring. “Why rush things?”

  She turned around to lead the way toward the bedroom, certain that they would follow. She hadn’t taken two steps when a hand cupped her ass, stroking through the thin fabric of her nightie. She glanced back and shot Leo a mock glare.

  “It’s not your birthday.”

  His grin was unapologetic. Next to him, Brett was smiling just as widely.

  “Does that mean I can’t touch you?” Leo asked as they all entered the bedroom.

  Lisa clucked her tongue. “It’s not up to me. Let’s ask the birthday boy.” She turned to Brett and gave him her most innocent look. “What do you think?”

  Brett shook his head. “I think we all have way too many clothes on. That’s what I think.”

  “That can be easily fixed,” Leo said. At once, he undressed Brett, taking great care not to touch his cock when he pushed the boxers down his legs. Next was Lisa, and again he made it a point not to touch her skin when he pulled the nightie over her head. His own boxers were last, and he raised an eyebrow at Brett. “Anything else?”

  Knowing Brett as well as she did, Lisa suspected he was struggling not to laugh when he said, “Well, we’ve got a nice bed here. We could take advantage of it.”

  “We could indeed,” Lisa said, holding back a chuckle herself.

  She sat down on the bed and pulled back, making room for them and holding out a hand to each. They took her hands and joined her, both hard, both beautiful. Leo’s skin was paler than Brett’s, his eyes darker, but both their bodies were lean and strong, reflecting the hours they spent battling on the matching treadmills in the exercise room. She watched them run sometimes, and the sight always made her burn inside. She was lucky, and she knew she was.

  Letting go of their hands, she took hold of both their cocks instead, and her fingers met Leo’s on Brett’s hard flesh. She and Leo shared a look, and without needing to say a word, they leaned forward together, pushing Brett back into the pillows and settling on either side of him, their faces level with his cock.

  He drew in a breath when their mouths met over the tip. His body first went rigid, then slowly started to relax as Leo sucked on the head of his cock while Lisa pressed wet kisses along the shaft. She loved the sounds he made for them, and with each and every one, she became a little wetter.

  Squeezing her legs tight together did not help in the slightest. Brett rested a hand on both their heads and, his body trembling against them, tried to guide them to kiss again. Complying was no hardship, and their tongues twined over his cock, eliciting gasps and encouragements from Brett.

  The thick scent of musk rose from both Brett and Leo and melded with the sweetness of Lisa’s own desire. The mix was intoxicating and always made Lisa lightheaded in a way that the strongest wine could not. She’d been planning to take things slow and tease Brett until he was a babbling, pleading mess, but soon she couldn’t wait anymore. She nudged Leo to the side and settled between Brett’s legs, taking his cock to the back of her throat and sucking in a hard, relentless rhythm.

  Taking his cue, Leo crawled up the bed to kiss Brett’s face and neck, encouraging him to come with dirty little whispers that were like caresses to L
isa’s mind. For a few moments, Brett fought back, his body tensing as he resisted the rise of pleasure, no doubt trying to prolong things a little more.

  Lisa sucked harder still, her hand squeezing Brett’s sack in the same fast rhythm as her mouth, until Brett finally let go. Strong spurts of come hit her throat and the roof of her mouth while Brett cried out, the sound muffled by Leo’s lips.

  Lisa made sure she had coaxed every last bit of pleasure out of him before she slid up his body and joined their kiss, sharing the taste of him with both of them. After a few seconds, Leo cupped her face in his hand and proceeded to lick her lips before kissing her deeply, his tongue hunting down traces of Brett’s come.

  Brett hummed and said, sounding a little dazed, “You two are so pretty when you kiss.”

  His hands fluttered between them, stroking and caressing them both, encouraging them to keep kissing. Lisa pushed back against Leo, invading his mouth and reclaiming the flavors he had stolen from her.

  “You’re even prettier when you do more than kiss,” Brett continued. His voice, husky and rough, plunged into Lisa the way she wished his cock would. “Show me?”

  Leo didn’t stop kissing her, but he guided Lisa onto her back on the other side of Brett, following to lie on top of her. He continued to devour her mouth while he sneaked a hand between them, to the place where she was so wet for him—for them—already. Without hesitation, he pushed two fingers inside her, pumping them a few times and causing her to moan when he drew them out and raised his mouth from hers.

  “See how wet she got, all just from sucking you.”

  He held his fingers, glistening with Lisa’s arousal, out to Brett. Maybe he had expected Brett to flick out his tongue for a taste, but Brett did more than that. Taking hold of Leo’s wrist, he brought those wet fingers to his mouth and sucked on them with loud, slurping noises, his tongue circling Leo’s fingers and sliding between them.

  Leo hissed, and Lisa knew he must be imagining that same talented mouth on his cock instead. Brett had said Leo and Lisa were pretty when they kissed, but Lisa had a weakness for watching them go down on each other, both of them always so focused and attentive right up to the moment when they lost control.

  Curling a hand around Leo’s cock, Lisa spread her legs more until Leo was nestled in the V of her body, a mere inch away from where she wanted him so much.

  “Go ahead,” Brett whispered. “Fuck her. No. Make love to her. Nice and slow.”

  Lisa looked at him and grinned. “What you mean is, you want him to tease me.”

  Brett was unrepentant. “Exactly. You two tease me often enough.”

  Finishing with a quick laugh, he kissed Leo, then bent down to kiss her too. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, but before she could get more than a hint of her own taste, he pulled back again, and trailed kisses down her neck, over her shoulder and to her right breast. That same devious tongue circled her areola twice, drawing a quiet hum from Lisa.

  The sound shifted to a groan when Brett took the very tip of her nipple between his teeth, so gently it could barely be called a bite. She couldn’t have said if she wanted more pressure or less. It didn’t help that Leo was tracing her folds with the tip of his cock, spreading her wetness around, taking Brett’s teasing instructions much too seriously.

  Sliding her legs up and around Leo, Lisa drew him to her until he entered her. Without teasing anymore, he started to move inside her, his movements slow as Brett had demanded, but deep, hitting every sensitive nerve in Lisa’s body with each thrust.

  Lisa’s eyelids fluttered shut, and she sighed, resting one hand on Brett’s neck as he continued to lick and suck on her breast. They both knew she enjoyed hard and fast when it came to sex, but nice and slow could have its attraction, too.

  “Two beautiful men taking care of my needs,” she said with a contented sigh, “and it’s not even my birthday.” She sneaked a hand to where Brett’s cock was awakening again and helped it with gentle touches. “Don’t you want to join?”

  She opened her eyes in time to see Brett smile, and she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her invitation. Above her, Leo never changed his rhythm as he dipped down to kiss her. They continued to kiss as Brett, fumbling a little, hunted down the tube of lube that had a permanent residence under the pillows.

  He seemed unable to resist joining in their kiss, and for a few seconds all three of their tongues played together again, stroking and entwining the way their bodies soon would, accentuating their desire a little more.

  Brett finally pulled away to move down the bed and settle behind Leo. Leo never stopped his slow thrusting, but Lisa could guess the moment when Brett breached Leo, then pushed inside him, on Leo’s face, in his burning eyes and parting lips. Leo rocked between the two of them, but soon Brett pressed him down to lie on top of her.

  She could see Brett now, kneeling at Leo’s back, hands running over Leo before he gripped Leo’s hips, reared back, then thrust back in, pushing his cock deep inside Leo, and Leo’s cock deeper inside Lisa.

  All three moaned, and again when Brett repeated that same, strong thrust, making love to them both at the same time. Little by little, he picked up his pace, until he was fucking them hard.

  The sensation was exquisite, and after being on edge since they had started in the kitchen, Lisa was the first to fall. She cried out as pleasure ripped through her, and felt Leo follow her, his cock pulsing between the contracting walls of her body.

  Coming a few minutes earlier must have dulled the edge for Brett, and he continued to move inside Leo, pushing him into Lisa and drawing him out again in turns. He coaxed quiet moans from both of them, and pride shone in his feverish eyes as he loomed over them, more gorgeous than ever.

  Lisa held on to Leo with one arm around his waist. The fingers of her other hand entwined with Brett’s on Leo’s hip. She could do nothing but smile as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

  CHAPTER 4

  When Leo had made that phone call to order lunch for Brett, midday had seemed a very long time away. All too soon, however, Lisa reminded Leo someone needed to go open to the delivery person—and of course by ‘someone’ she meant him.

  He swallowed his protests at having to get dressed. After all, ordering out had been his idea, his own fault for not being able to prepare a simple breakfast. He wasn’t always that inept in the kitchen, but having Lisa at his side was a good way to lose track of what he was doing.

  Wearing no more than pajama pants, he admonished his lovers not to start anything without him and sauntered out of the apartment and down to the first floor. He wasn’t so much concerned about them starting another round of lovemaking as he was about Lisa giving Brett the ring they had bought together. Leo wanted to be there for that.

  He didn’t bother to turn on the lights in the club and crossed the familiar room to the service entrance. The street ran between tall buildings at such an angle that he was able to open the door without fear of sunlight. He didn’t have to wait very long for a waiter to appear, a befuddled look on his face as he stepped out of his car.

  “How did you convince the manager to agree to this?” he asked while Leo signed the credit-card receipt. “We don’t do delivery.”

  Leo merely grinned and took the large paper bag. He hadn’t convinced anyone; the sound of Brett’s name had. The owner of the restaurant was a close enough friend that he would be at the party later that night—but the waiter didn’t need to know that.

  Back in the apartment, he transferred the food from plastic containers to actual plates—fried calamari and its zesty sauce, pasta and shrimp with a white wine reduction and of course the coffee cake Brett liked because it was Lisa’s favorite. One of the trays they used at the bar had found its way upstairs, and Leo used it to carry the meal to the bedroom.

  Lisa and Brett were resting in each other’s arms, and a quick look at Brett’s hand confirmed that Lisa had not given him the ring yet. Leo wondered when she would.

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��d had a perfect opportunity earlier, and he had given her what he thought was a meaningful glance, but she had averted her eyes. Still, she had asked to be the one to give it to Brett, and it was such a big step for her that Leo was not going to take that from her.

  Brett sat up against the headboard, his gaze lighting up as he saw the food on the tray Leo set on his lap.

  “Worth skipping breakfast for?” Lisa asked.

  “Let me get back to you on that. And no touching the cake until I’m ready for dessert.”

  He pretended to hit her questing fingers with his fork, and she laughed and pulled her hand back.

  “I thought you already had dessert,” Leo said with an impish grin.

  Brett was too busy enjoying his meal to answer.

  “What about you two?” he asked after a few bites. “Aren’t you warming up some blood? Or…”

  He let the end of that sentence hang in the air and held Leo’s eyes as he tilted his head to one side, the invitation unmistakable.

  “We ate earlier,” Leo said. “And keep your blood. You’re gonna need it.”

  The waggling eyebrow with which he punctuated that statement did not seem to have the intended effect, and Brett’s expression seemed to darken as he stabbed at a piece of calamari with such force that the tines clinked on the glass plate.

  “You’re probably right,” Brett said, grimacing. “I’m not recovering as fast as I used to.”

  Leo and Lisa glanced at each other, sharing an incredulous look then a laugh. Brett seemed stung.

  “We’re not mocking you,” Lisa assured him at once, resting a hand on his shoulder. “We’re laughing at the idea that you’re not recovering fast enough. Have you heard either of us complain?”

  “Of course you’re not going to complain,” Brett muttered. “Not on my birthday, of all days. But I’ve made you wait, don’t deny it.”