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I have to pull off Sawyer for a second and squeeze the base of my own cock, fighting off the third orgasm building at the base of my spine.

“Close?” Nolan asks against my skin.

“So close,” I pant. “I don’t understand. I can’t— I’ve never been like this.”

He drags his tongue over me again, and I whine, high and broken. “You can come as many times as you want,” he says. “We’ve got all night.”

Sawyer’s hand strokes my hair, pushing the damp strands off my forehead, and when I look up at him his face is soft, wonder and want all mixed together.

I’ve spent a year bending myself around a man who never made me feel like enough. Too emotional and too needy. I shrank myself down to fit his schedule and his moods, and his lukewarm attention, and I called it love because I didn’t know any better.

But right here, tonight, with Sawyer and Nolan touching me like the goal is my pleasure and not their own, I feel wanted. Desired. Safe, the way I have never once felt in my life, not with Drew, not with anyone.

More than wanted, even. I feel loved.

8

Nolan

I decide I need more than my tongue inside Finn, so I reach across to the nightstand and pull the drawer open. The lube is where it always is, shoved behind a tangle of charging cables, and the condoms are in the box I bought months ago and barely touched. My fingers close around both, and I notice my hands aren’t steady. That’s new, because my hands are steady in press coverage, on an island in the fourth quarter with the game on the line. But put my roommate on his hands and knees in front of me with my best friend’s cock down his throat, and apparently that’s where my composure ends.

I keep my tone calm anyway. “Keep sucking him,” I tell Finn, and his answer is a hum that makes Sawyer’s head tip back.

I flip the cap on the lube and squeeze some onto my fingers, rubbing it between them to warm it. Then I settle behind Finn, running my dry hand up the back of his thigh and over the curve of his ass. He’s still rocking in a slow, needy rhythm, caught between the cock in his mouth and the memory of my tongue, but when I spread him open he goes still.

I press one finger against his hole and push in. He’s tight, the heat of him gripping my finger like a fist. I work it slow, in and out, letting him get used to the stretch, and he pushes back against my hand, taking me deeper.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Take it.”

Above him, Sawyer stares down at Finn’s mouth, then up at me, then back down, like he can’t decide which view is going to kill him first.

I add a second finger, and Finn pushes back, opening for me, taking both as if his body was made for this. I scissor them, stretching him, and he whines and fucks himself back onto my hand.

When I add a third finger, Finn’s whole body jolts, and he pulls halfway off Sawyer’s cock to gasp, then sinks back down like he can’t stand to be empty at either end. I work all three fingers into him, watching his rim stretch around my knuckles. He’s so hot inside. I can’t stop imagining how that’s going to feel around my cock.

Then I crook my fingers and find it, that tight bundle of nerves I’ve heard about, and press.

Finn arches like I’ve run a current through him. The moan that tears out of his throat is muffled by Sawyer’s cock.

“Fuck,” Sawyer chokes. “Fuck, do that again, whatever you did to him.”

I do it again. Finn mewls and shoves his ass back into my hand, grinding down on my fingers, and I rub over the spot in slow, firm circles until he’s trembling.

“Finn.” I keep my fingers pressed right there. “Can I fuck you?”

He doesn’t pull off Sawyer’s cock, just rolls his hips in a slow, filthy circle that says everything his mouth can’t.

I slide my fingers out and he whimpers at the loss. I tear the condom wrapper with my teeth, roll it on fast, and slick myself with what’s left on my hand.

“Scoot,” I tell them.

It’s awkward and graceless and a little funny, three bodies negotiating a queen bed, and then it’s not funny at all, because now we’re arranged exactly how I want us: Sawyer kneeling at the foot, Finn on his hands and knees between us, and me kneeling behind him, my cock in my fist, facing my best friend over the long pale line of Finn’s back.

Sawyer has been on the edge for God knows how long, getting his cock worshipped by the best mouth in California, and right now he’s white-knuckling his own base to keep from ending it.

Fucking hell, the stamina on this man. I’d have blown twenty minutes ago.

“I’m close,” Sawyer says, as if he’s reading my thoughts. His voice is ragged and helpless. “Nolan, I’m so fucking close, I can’t—”