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  Both men first dispense with their shoes and socks, which I appreciate. Nothing worse than a sexy striptease with awkward hopping around to get the shoes off.

  Jerico doesn't wait for Kynan to make a move, but instead works on his own shirt. It hits me suddenly that he's not in his trademark business suit, but rather dressed in a dark gray T-shirt with a V-neck and jeans. He's got on a worn, black belt that's seen better days. I had no clue Jerico could be so casual. My tongue almost falls out of my mouth as he pulls the shirt over his head. That chest, his abs, the light dusting of hair... he's all man and I start to ache for him.

  Kynan takes his shirt off as well. It's a button down and he takes his time with the task, watching me the entire time. He's built a little bigger than Jerico even though he's not as tall. As he's revealed to me, I suck in a breath because his body is beautiful in a different way. It's covered from collarbone to waist in tattoos and they run down his arms as well. There is well-defined muscle, meaning this guy works out seriously hard, but the tattoos... I've always been a sucker for them. Add on the British accent and well... this is just freaking awesome.

  Dropping his shirt to the floor, Kynan turns to Jerico and says, "Give the lady something, dude. Take my jeans off."

  Jerico again curses under his breath, but he doesn't hesitate. And more importantly, he doesn't rush through it either. This may be pushing his boundaries, but he's going slowly so I can savor this and for the first time since knowing Jerico, I feel a rush of genuine affection for him.

  Kynan's belt comes off, and Jerico's big hands work the button and zipper. Kynan's head is bent, watching what Jerico does. His abs flex and relax as the zipper is lowered, then flex hard again, showing he owns a six pack as well when Jerico's thumbs go into the waistband of Kynan's briefs so he can pull them down with his jeans.

  My breath catches as Jerico slowly lowers his body along with the clothing as he drags it down Kynan's muscular legs, which I give a passing glance to, but my eyes go back to what's in between those legs. He's semi-hard and a big boy. If I take him and Jerico tonight, I'm going to be sore for sure tomorrow. Kynan steps out of his jeans and briefs. As Jerico starts to rise, Kynan takes his cock in his hand and starts to stroke it. Jerico doesn't spare him a glance, but his mouth comes awful close to the tip of Kynan's shaft. Kynan did that on purpose to make him uncomfortable. He's getting a kick out of this going by the devilish gleam in his eyes.

  "My turn," Kynan says, his voice husky which I'm sure is deliberate. He takes the same care in removing Jerico's jeans and boxers, squatting down at his feet as he sheds out of the clothing.

  Cutting his eyes to me briefly, Kynan gives me a wicked grin. As he starts to stand up, he wraps his big hand around Jerico's cock, which had also been half-hard.

  Jerico jumps in surprise as he says, "What the fu--?"

  But then his head falls back and he releases a guttural moan as Kynan starts to stroke him.

  Oh, wow. Just... wow, wow, wow.

  I raise quickly to my knees and crawl down the bed to get closer to the two men. Sitting back on my calves, I watch as Kynan roughly strokes and squeezes Jerico's dick. It grows, lengthens, and then starts to leak at the tip. Jerico's eyes are closed tight, his mouth parted and his chest rising and falling quickly. A terrible pulse of yearning hits me square between my legs, causing me to squirm.

  My gaze turns to Kynan to see his eyes are burning with lust. Not a true and genuine interest in Jerico's body, but because he's doing something unbelievably dirty and taboo, and that's mainly because they are best of friends and coworkers, and oh yeah... Jerico is as hetero as they come.

  Suddenly, Kynan reaches out to grab my forearm and he drags me forward a bit, pushing my hand against Jerico's cock.

  "Take it," he says gruffly. I do as he says, forgetting this is my fantasy and I'm in charge. When I give a tentative stroke, Jerico's hips push forward to thrust into my fist. At the same time, Kynan goes to his knees. Before I can even drop my mouth open in astonishment or Jerico can protest, he opens his mouth and takes Jerico's cock deep inside.

  "Jesus fuck," Jerico groans and I can't tell whether he likes it or not. I drop my hand away and Kynan pulls him into his mouth deeper, his own hands going to Jerico's ass where his fingers dig into the muscle.

  I lean back on my calves and watch, completely fascinated, thoroughly titillated, and wondering what will happen next if I don't tell Kynan to stop.

  CHAPTER 17

  Jerico

  I'm going to motherfucking kill Kynan after this is all over.

  "Goddamn, that feels good," I mutter as he sucks hard.

  Maybe I won't kill him, but I'll lay into him for sure. I don't do dudes.

  Except apparently right now because Trista wanted it, I'm letting my best buddy blow me and everyone in The Silo is watching through the glass windows. This is definitely something they've never seen me do before, and they better get a good eyeful because I won't be doing it again.

  Soft hands touch my shoulders, then one goes to my jaw. It's Trista turning my face toward her. Her mouth comes to mine for a feathery kiss over my lips, and she whispers, "You breaking boundaries is beautiful to watch."

  I groan again as the tip of my cock punches into Kynan's throat, and while it feels fucking amazing, I want to move on to the part where we both give Trista pleasure.

  "Baby," I rasp out. "Let's move this all to the bed, okay?"

  She pulls her head back a bit and looks at me, and I know she can see it in my eyes. This feels good, but I don't want to blow my load right now. Kynan will never let me live it down.

  Offering me a smile, she reaches a hand down and threads her fingers through Kynan's hair as he bobs in front of me, clearly getting into it. "Kynan... that's enough."

  He makes a sound... a chuckle or maybe a rumble of regret, but he pulls off me in one long stroke and licks his lips. I'm fucking hard as a rock and never in a million years would I have thought another man could do that to me.

  "Undress me," Trista murmurs, and I turn to her. Kynan stands. As I work the zipper at the back of her dress, Kynan pulls the material up her body and over her head. She kneels before us on the satin-covered mattress in a simple black lacy bra and panties. And, of course, some killer high heels we may take off later but not right now.

  Trista isn't the first woman Kynan and I have shared, and it's probably obvious by how well we work together. Kynan removes her bra and I pull her panties down her legs, letting her lie back so I can pull them free.

  Then she's before us, gloriously naked except for those sexy-as-fuck shoes and a lovely blush across her cheeks and the top of her breasts. My cock is still amazingly hard. A quick glance at Kynan tells me he's locked and loaded as well. He reaches down to his pants and pulls out a few condoms, tossing them on the bed.

  I bend over and run my hand up the inside of Trista's leg, stopping before I get to the apex. "What do you want, Trista?"

  She stares at me a long moment, her amber eyes filled with uncertainty and longing. She worries at her lower lip with her teeth, and I can tell she's stalled somewhat now that she's laying down naked and vulnerable.

  "What me to lead?" I ask her gently, moving my hand and brushing my fingers through her swollen folds. She's wet as I'd expected because I know she was totally turned on by Kynan sucking my cock.

  She nods her head, those eyes going lighter and her smile turning grateful.

  "Get up on your hands and knees," I tell her. "I'd like your mouth on me as it's way softer than Kynan's."

  He grins at me as Trista does what I say, crawling down to me at the end of the bed. Kynan winks at me as he walks toward the headboard. "That was the best blow job you've ever had."

  Yeah, pretty sure it wasn't. It was nice, felt fucking phenomenal, but it wasn't the best. Certainly was plain dull compared to what Trista can do with her mouth.

  My hand goes to my dick, and I hold it for Trista as she reaches me. She opens her mouth, eyes turned up to capture m
y gaze as she takes me in deep.

  "Mmm," I moan out a praise as she pulls off before sucking me back in. "That's it."

  I look up briefly at Kynan, and his head tilts toward Trista's backside in question. I give him a nod, giving him clearance to work on her from that angle.

  Fingers threaded deep in Trista's hair, I let her move slowly on me, feeling the warmth of her mouth and the slight rasp of her tongue on the underside of my cock. She's working me a bit faster now, completely into it, and I know she wants me to come, but fuck if I'm ready. Kynan puts a knee to the bed, then another, and his hands go to Trista's hips. She jerks slightly, and then moans long and hard as his hand goes between her legs to play with her. I can't see exactly what he's doing, but it's thrown her off pace. For a few moments, her mouth just opens wide as she moans and my cock slips out.

  "Jerico, man," Kynan says thickly, his hand making a pumping motion. "She is fucking drenched."

  Trista arches her back as Kynan does something to her, and she cries out in pleasure. I'm guessing he hit her clit and I just watch as he works her over, bringing her to a quick orgasm with just his hand.

  Trista huffs and puffs, her head hanging low and her hair falling forward. But then she raises back up and looks at me. "Give me your dick again."

  So I do.

  Slide it right back into her mouth and let her set the pace.

  Kynan busies himself with suiting up, easily getting a condom on. The dude certainly likes foreplay but I think after blowing me for a bit and then getting Trista off, his balls have to be turning blue.

  Crawling closer to her on his knees, he takes his cock in hand and starts to push into her from behind. Trista goes still, holding my dick in her mouth as she rotates her hips a little. Kynan makes short pumping movements with his hips, and Trista grunts in response as he goes deeper each time. It is sexy as fuck watching her take it from Kynan while my dick is just sitting in her slack mouth.

  When Kynan thinks she's ready, he slams his hips forward and buries himself into her deep. She cries out, the vibrations of it rumbling through my cock. My hands go to her head, tilting it so she looks at me. Her eyes are glazed over, and she's in the throes of passion right now.

  Giving her a smile, I start doing the work for her, fucking her mouth slowly while Kynan pounds her from behind. I take my time, sometimes pausing so Trista can relax and just feel Kynan's dick. When he slows down a bit, I push into her throat a time or two. Kynan and I make a dynamic duo fucking her at both ends. When my balls start to tingle, I pull all the way out, not wanting to spend that way. Instead, I merely watch as Kynan fucks my girl.

  Wait!

  What?

  Our girl.

  Anyone's girl.

  Not my girl.

  And even as I struggle to figure out why my mind went there, I start to feel a little kernel of jealousy as I watch Trista completely lose herself to Kynan's dick. He's taking her thoroughly, even dropping a hand to rub in between her legs and Trista starts thrusting back onto him.

  Kynan's close. I can tell by the way he's practically lurching into her body. Trista throws her head back, her hair beautifully cascading against her back as she screams out another climax. It sets Kynan off. He falls onto her, ramming in deep and grinding against her ass as she lays beneath him on the mattress. He comes silently but his face tightens in ecstasy, so I know it feels good to him.

  Even as Kynan's grinding and Trista's panting under him, I'm wanting my turn.

  Wanting to stake the final claim.

  I put a condom on and walk around the side of the bed. Giving Kynan a poke in the ribs, I say, "Roll off her, brother. It's my turn."

  "Yes," I hear Trista whisper and with a groan, Kynan rolls in the opposite direction of me, pulling the condom off his spent dick.

  I waste no time. After I climb onto the mattress, I pull Trista's hips up and position myself. I give her a moment to come up to her hands, but then I slam into her. She cries my name out, and my chest expands with pride. She didn't do that when Kynan entered her.

  She fucking feels so good, is taking a double fucking like a champ, and she's already come twice. I want her to come again. I have to make her come again.

  I slow my pace a bit, rolling my hips and rooting myself to the hilt each time. Trista moans in frustration, wanting it harder. The girl loves harder, and I love that too. I love rough, raunchy sex that is bound to leave bruises and bite marks, but I need to get her worked up again. When I pull out of her, she growls at me, "Don't stop."

  "Shh," I tell her gently as I bring a hand between her legs. She's wet, swollen, and so fucking warm. I press two fingers into her, collect her juices, and then make pressing circles around her clit. I do this repeatedly until she's thrashing under me and I know she's close. Twisting my hand, I stick my thumb into her wet cunt and press against her inner wall while my fingers massage that tight bundle of nerves.

  "Oh, God. Jerico... I'm so close," Trista chants. "So fucking close."

  That's what I wanted to hear. My hand is gone, my cock is slamming back into her, and because I want to get down and dirty with this beautiful, adventurous creature, I push my thumb into her ass.

  She detonates and by that, I mean she screams and her pussy contracts on my dick and her ass on my thumb. As her orgasm rumbles through her, I fuck her harder than I've ever fucked a woman before. My balls ache as they swing back and forth. The front of my thighs sound like thunderclaps as they crack against the back of hers. I pull my thumb out, push it back in again, and Trista clenches harder around me, crying out in relief, pleasure, and perhaps even misery over how good it feels.

  And that does it for me. Knowing I did that to her, my balls pull up. They feel like they're boiling with a need to burst. I slide deep into Trista, rotate my hips, and start to come.

  Hot jets burst out of my dick, filling the condom. I'd give anything to have filled her pussy up instead. Yes, I want to fuck her bare and in every hole she'll take my dick. As I grind against her ass, shuddering my pleasure, I want to coat her skin with my semen. I want to come on her ass, then use it as lube to fuck her there. Or come on her pussy and make her rub herself to orgasm using it as lube.

  "Fuck," I mutter to myself over these goddamn insane thoughts. Who thinks like this? Who wants to fucking mark a woman with their spunk?

  I think I'm losing it, and maybe Trista is a fire I shouldn't be playing with. But as she sighs in pleasure underneath me and I can still feel my cock thumping inside of her, I'm pretty sure I'm willing to get burned to see where this goes.

  "Can you close the curtains?" Trista mumbles, but it's loud enough that Kynan moves across the expanse of the room toward the glass wall and pulls them shut. Most of the people who had been watching had already dispersed, and I wonder what Trista thought of them.

  Reluctantly, I push off her and pull out, hating the loss of warmth. She rolls onto her back, drapes her arm over her forehead, and grins at me. "That was wild."

  I grin back at her, my chest loosening. I hadn't realized I'd been tense wondering what her reaction would be once it was over. "It didn't bother you to have all those people watching you get thoroughly fucked by two men?"

  She grins back at me. "Did it bother you as they watched Kynan suck your dick?"

  "Nope," I tell her, because while that shit was as uncomfortable as it felt good, I've never been embarrassed about showing my sexuality. It was nothing those people haven't seen before, although I might get hit on by some men now, I guess.

  "Well, I didn't look out that glass wall once. I just pretended no one was there, and I'd like to keep it that way," she says as she raises up to her elbows, her fabulous breasts, which had been sorely neglected, thrusting outward. I reach out to pluck at her nipple, and she sucks in a breath.

  "Stay with me tonight, okay?" I ask her softly. Not soft enough, as Kynan lets out a bit of a cough and moves over to his clothes to start dressing again.

  Trista cocks an eyebrow at me. "You want me to stay
the night with you again?"

  "I'm not done with you yet." Going to my hands and knees, I hover over her. "I loved watching you take two men at once. With that image in my mind, I think it's going to be another long night for us."

  She raises her eyes and looks off to the side, contemplating loudly with a "hmm" and a finger touching her chin. Looking back to me, she says, "Okay. I can do that."

  And my dick gives a little jump of excitement. It just emptied my nuts less than five minutes ago... but it wants her again already.

  CHAPTER 18

  Trista

  It's as odd laying in Jerico's bed tonight as it was last night. Maybe even more so since I'd fucked two men tonight. At the same time.

  And then Jerico had to invite me to stay with him, because, of course, he wanted more sex. I was down with that. I wasn't reading anything into the invitation to his apartment, even knowing he could have me a million different ways within the club.

  Well, I wasn't reading anything into it until the first words Jerico spoke as we entered his apartment were, "Let's get the smell of Kynan off you first."

  He then dragged me into the shower where he thoroughly washed every nook and cranny of my body and gave me an orgasm along with it. While I was still trembling, he pulled me right out of the shower and spent a thorough amount of time drying us off before picking me up and carrying me to the bed.

  And then?

  Well, he's Jerico Jameson, a man I've quickly learned knows practically everything there is to giving and taking pleasure. Hell, even the missionary position with him is crazily erotic because he rolls his hips a certain way with one hand planted on the mattress and the other holding one of my legs under the knee. Hovering his face right over mine and growling the filthiest words I've ever heard in my life, well... I detonated two more times before he got his happy.