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“Don’t go.” Not now, tonight, forever, they all applied. That wasn’t our reality. They had work to return to in East Dremest while I stayed here. I had no desire to live in the city, but I wanted to be where they were.

Oleander slid closer, moving lower so his head was under my chin. He nuzzled against my chest. I wasn’t sure how I pictured him in a relationship, but it wasn’t like this. He’d always had a softer side. This was more than that. It was trust and affection.

When Oleander moved, it caused me to, and in turn, Emeric had to shift slightly. That was how I felt how hard he was.

Emeric moved his hips away. “Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” I asked.

“I don’t want you to think I want anything more than what we’re doing.”

“Emeric, if you think I’m not getting hard by having Oleander nuzzle against me, you’re wrong.”

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Still.”

“Why don’t you move back to where you were, we stop talking and just do what feels right? For the record, I’m in for anything.” Those were big words coming from me, a man who crumbled the last time we were about to do something sexual. After the panic attack I’d already been through today, I didn’t think I’d have another one on top of it. I could; it had happened before, but it wasn’t often.

Listening to me, he didn’t say another word. He also moved his body closer, his cock back where it was against my ass. Fuck, it felt good to have him there. Emeric gripped my hip, and instead of keeping still, he thrusted against me. My own hips bucked forward, seeking friction from Oleander.

Oleander’s body slid lower, his nose rucking up my shirt to get to my bare skin as my hand went to his hair. It was silky soft as it drifted through my fingers, just like I’d imagined it.

Emeric moved his hand from my hip up my side so he could get beneath my shirt. He continued traveling north until he reached my nipple. The moan that tore from my throat as he played with me, pinching slightly then brushing over it with his thumb, should have embarrassed me. Instead, I didn’t care. I had two men touching me. There wasn’t a point in my life where I’d ever felt this good, and we were hardly doing anything.

Continuing to drive me out of my mind, Oleander began kissing my skin, then alternated between that and licking. Lower he went, pulling my shorts and boxer briefs down in the front until my cock was freed. He worked my clothing over my hips and ass, all the way off my legs. Before I could think, even process what was happening, his mouth was on me, taking me as far as he could go before pulling back and sucking me down again.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. I fisted his hair, needing more of what he gave me.

Behind me, Emeric unfastened his slacks and pulled them off, the fabric brushing the backs of my legs as he did so. Then he was against me once more, this time with both of us bare, his cock positioned at the cleft of my ass where he parted my cheeks and rested it there.

“Do you have lube?” he asked in my ear, then nipped at the lobe.

I couldn’t answer; words wouldn’t form. Reaching for the nightstand, I somehow managed to get the drawer open without Oleander removing himself from me, and grabbed the lube. I handed it to Emeric, who quickly slicked himself. He glided between my cheeks, stopping when the head of his cock pressed against my hole.

“I want to fuck you one day, Sylvan.” His words sent chills racing over my skin. I desired that so much, the feel of his cock inside me, fucking me, owning me, releasing there so he could mark me.

“Anytime,” I managed to pant out. With the way Oleander worked me, I was surprised I hadn’t shot yet.

Emeric hummed, his cock moving faster as he pressed my cheeks together to wrap around himself. “You feel so fucking good. I’m going to come all over your ass.”

That was what sent me over the edge and gave me the final push to let go. I came so hard, a cry left me. Oleander didn’t release me as I bucked into his mouth. My eyes were closed tight as wave after wave of pleasure shook my body.

“That’s it,” Emeric said. “Give him everything.” He fucked against me faster now. “Yes, so good, Syl. So goddamn good I can’t hold on.” He squeezed my cheeks tighter and came, hot cum landing on my skin.

“Oh god,” I gasped, another tremor rocking me. This couldn’t be happening, could it? I had two men who wanted me, gorgeous, amazing men. And one drank my cum while the other came on me. Fucking hell.

Oleander pulled off me, his head lifting so his eyes met mine. He worked his jeans open, then pulled himself out. His gaze was on Emeric and me as he jerked himself quickly.

Emeric moved to have a better view of the sight before us. “You’re beautiful, Ollie.”

Hooded eyes moving from me to Emeric, Oleander gasped, then let go. He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer as his fist moved faster, more cum seeping from the tip.

I wouldn’t forget this day for as long as I lived. It was the moment we gave in to what we wanted. My mind didn’t enter the equation and fuck it up. I was able to let them do whatever they wanted to me, while I watched and felt them take their own pleasure.

There was nothing like this. I couldn’t have written a better scene in my books, because this was lived. This wasn’t a fantasy. It was my reality.

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