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“I thought you were the Dom in this trio.” His lips graze mine as he says it and his eyes sparkle.”
“I am.” I growl. “That’s why you are going to do exactly as I asked you to, and kiss me. Kiss me hard. Just like you did to Fynn.”
Without further hesitation, TJ’s lips are on mine and it’s like I’ve never felt them before and also totally familiar at the same time. My cock lunges for his. I wrap an arm around his waist too to keep our hips together. I can’t get close enough. I thread another hand through his thick brown hair. Another wave of familiarity hits me. It’s been too long. It feels so good. Those sweet lips. The scratch of his neatly trimmed beard against my skin. The rough stubble sends a wave of excitement through me. Desire for more, so much more. I want it rough. I am struck by the unusual desire to let TJ manhandle me. Treat me like I treat Fynn. Treat me like I treated him the one and only time we had sex.
I bite down on his lip. He lets out a yelp of surprise and bites back.
“Fight me. Resist me,” I say. “Make me work for it.”
TJ’s fingers grip my dreads and he yanks my head away and his lips reach for my throat. But his lips aren’t what I feel. Teeth scrape along my throat and finally find my jugular and he bites. He bites hard. And damn that feels good. I’ve always been in charge. Always been the Dom. TJ makes me want other things. TJ makes me want to submit to him. Makes me want to be challenged. Makes me want to work for everything he gives me.
I groan and tug at his hips again. Our cocks smash together, reaching, a futile attempt to touch but still very much confined to our pants. When I exhale and lift my head. TJ’s lips and teeth and tongue still travel around my throat and neck to my ear. Fynn’s eyes are the ones I find. He looks at me. The smirk gone. A look that seems almost sad.
“Come here,” I say in a raspy whisper.
Fynn hesitates. Uncertain I am talking to him, maybe.
“Come here, Fynn.” The raspy whisper graduates to a growl. TJ looks up and over to Fynn, who now makes a move to us. I reach for him and tug him to me. TJ backs away just barely enough to allow Fynn in. To allow me to kiss Fynn. Kiss Fynn the way that he did. To take him. To feel him. To pay attention to the fact that this is Fynn. My Fynn. Our Fynn. For so much of our lives our sex has been transactional, dare I say experimental. We’ve done a lot. But I never let myself feel anything, not even with Fynn. I’ve always felt free with him. Free to be myself. But I’ve never let myself truly feel anything for him.
And now, TJ, has opened those flood gates and I feel so much. Too much. At times it’s confusing. I want everything now and I want it right now. Like if I don’t do and feel everything tonight…it will all disappear, and the chance will be lost.
I press my lips to Fynn’s our eyes still locked. My hand travels down his face, across the scar causing his eyes to flutter closed. I shove my tongue through his barely parted lips and search for his. My hand makes its way down his side to the soft leather of his pants and I grab for his cock, pressing my palm against it. The leather hot from the skin underneath. If I know Fynn, and I do, don’t I? He’s commando inside these leather pants that are so fucking sexy on him. Say it, my head screams. Tell him that. I don’t express my feelings well do I? Not to him.
“You are so damn sexy,” I breath onto his lips, pressing my palm harder against his erection. He groans. TJ presses our hips closer together again.
“Somebody needs to get naked and now.” TJ commands. I shake my head and smile again. A Dom in the making. But there is only room for one. And it’s going to be me.
“Fynn, undress him.”
I remove myself from TJ’s embrace and release Fynn.
Fynn looks to me again, seeking full permission. I nod.
While Fynn rids TJ of all of his clothes I move to the head of the bed and retrieve a pair of sashes from the collection lining the metal rod hanging from the ceiling along the entire bed frame. Positioning TJ’s now naked body facing the bed I hand a sash to Fynn. He stands on the bed and takes one of TJ’s arms, wraps the sash around his wrist and then attaches it to the metal rod. I hand him the other one and he repeats the process.
He steps down from the bed and I stand admiring the rear view of the man before me. The flex in his butt muscles. He flexes his fingers some. I step to him and press my still clothed body fully against his naked one, feeling the heat radiating off his beautiful tan skin.
“Are you uncomfortable? Are the ties too tight?”
He shakes his head. “I’m good.” He’s breathless. His cock is standing at attention. I tug my belt free from my trousers and let it fall to the floor with a loud clatter.
Fynn eyes me for his next instruction. I tip my head toward the bed. Fynn can do whatever he wants from the front.
The back. That hole I know he hasn’t shared with anyone but me, that is still all mine tonight.
“Have your way with him Fynn. He’s all ours.”
Chapter fifty-two
Ours.
I’ve never taken so much pleasure in belonging to someone…to a pair of someones.
When I asked to be tied up, this is not how I imagined it. I figured I’d be tethered to the wall sprawled on the bed. This is different. Is it more vulnerable? I’m not sure.
I feel both vulnerable and free standing here completely naked and open to them. Unable to move. Nandy presses against my back again and it feels so good. The warmth of him, even fully clothed is a blanket of security. He wedges a foot between my legs. The dark leather of shoes another reminder of my nakedness. He taps at my bare feet making me open my legs wider.
Fynn. Where is Fynn?
