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“Okay.” I lit up inside.

I didn’t have anything prepared, no food, no plan at all. The night couldn’t end yet. I wanted more of them, more time, more touches like this one, more of whatever they wanted to experience with me. It was like I had my first crush. I couldn’t remember how to act. This time, I was a grown man. These two affected me in a way I hadn’t been before.

We were back at the house in what seemed like seconds, but was longer than that. Oleander parked in the garage, a safety measure I was certain of. He never left a vehicle visible unless the garages were full.

After shutting the door behind us, we got out and went into the house, where we paused in the main living area. None of us said anything, simply watched each other. I wasn’t sure about them, but I kept holding my breath, waiting for one of us to make the first move.

The tension was thick in the air, a moment waiting to happen.

“Enough of this,” Emeric muttered before stepping forward, gripping the back of Oleander’s neck and slamming his mouth on Oleander’s.

I’d never seen Oleander melt like that. His body went lax, knees buckling, while Emeric held him up with an arm around his waist.

The kiss was over far too soon. Emeric made sure Oleander could stand, then turned toward me. “If you don’t want me to do that to you or if you want it gentler, tell me now, because I need my lips on yours.”

“Don’t hold back.”

He closed the space between us, wrapped me in his arms, then pressed his lips to mine. I breathed into him, taking what he had to offer. His tongue swept into my mouth, mine meeting his.

Emeric leaned away far too fast for my liking. Then I felt a hand in mine; turning, I saw Oleander next to us, his eyes on me. How long had I waited for this moment? I kept my other arm around Emeric as I turned to face Oleander. The three of us were together, not two. I wanted both of them. That meant touching Emeric as I was about to kiss Oleander.

When Oleander’s lips met mine, it wasn’t with the same raw need as the one I’d shared with Emeric. This was longing, lust, and years wrapped up in a single action. The kiss was more than passion; it was us finally recognizing what was between us and acting on it.

Emeric moved to my back while Oleander and I continued to kiss. I felt Emeric’s lips press to the side of my neck as his hands roved from my hips to the front of my pants. I gasped into Oleander’s mouth. It was enough for him to pull away, searching my face for what caused me to do that.

Leaning against Emeric was the only move I had to do before Oleander realized what was going on. He leaned forward, his lips to my ear. “I want to suck your dick, Syl. Will you let me?”

I whimpered but somehow managed to nod. Words wouldn’t come, but I sure as hell would the moment he wrapped that gorgeous mouth around me. It had been far too long since I’d gotten off with another person. There was no way I was going to last.

Emeric cupped my hard cock in his hand, causing me to buck against him while Oleander sank to his knees in front of me.

“If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up,” I whispered.

“No dream, love,” Emeric murmured before biting my earlobe. “This is very much happening. What do you think about taking off your clothes and me feasting on your ass while he takes your cock?”

“Oh my god. Yes. Please.” This was really happening. I was going to have two mouths on me, pleasuring me, driving me out of my mind.

“On your back, Ollie. Syl is going to strip, then straddle you so you can suck on him while I put my tongue in his ass.”

“Fuck yeah,” Oleander breathed. He quickly took off his shirt while kneeling, revealing muscles I had dreamed about. How was this man so gorgeous?

Not so graciously, I sank to the floor. I was glad no one was filming this because I had to look terrible. All limbs and no coordination.

There was this overwhelming draw to him. Diving forward, I put my lips to his and kissed him like I’d always wanted to. It wasn’t pretty, but it was everything I needed.

Oleander’s hands went under my shirt, his bare skin against mine. “Can I?” he breathed against my lips as he began lifting my shirt. I nodded.

No part of me was like these men. I wasn’t tall or muscled. I didn’t have a nice jawline or a powerful presence. There wasn’t anything that made me stand out. I’d come to terms with it a long time ago.

My eyes slipped closed as Oleander moved back a little. I could feel his eyes on me, but didn’t want to see his expression when he took me in. I was too thin, too pale. I was like a starved vampire waiting for a meal that never came.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Syl.”

I shook my head. I knew what I had. Beauty wasn’t it.

A bare body heated my back, legs going on either side of me. I was grateful I put this area rug down a while back. If I hadn’t, my ass would be on the hardwood with zero cushion.

Arms wrapped around me from behind. Emeric lifted me slightly, pulling me onto his lap. There was no missing his hard cock pressed against me. “You really don’t see how desirable you are, do you? Would I be this hard if I didn’t think you were attractive? Don’t answer that. The answer is no. You’re gorgeous, and I want you so much.”