Rhythm of Three (Rule of Three) (11 page)

“Long term,” Tyra repeated slowly. “So this isn’t just a…thing.”

Kassidy met her eyes. “No. I love Dag. And Chris.”

“And, seriously, Chris is okay with this? That is hard to believe.”

“I know it is,” Kassidy said. “But he really is. The way he explained it is that he feels like he’s giving me something when I’m with Dag. A gift. And he…he likes to watch.”

“Fu-reaky,” Sarah said. “I mean, in a good way. Nothing wrong with getting your freak on.”

Sarah turned to Tyra. “You’ve had a threesome?”

“Yeah. More than once.”

“Who with?”

Tyra pressed her lips together, then said, “Matt.”

“Shut up! Oh my God!” Sarah fell back in her chair. “I am so jealous of you both.”

Kassidy let out a long, slow breath. Holy hell. Like Danielle, Sarah was jealous of her. And Tyra wasn’t judging her. She narrowed her eyes at Danielle. “I should be so pissed off at you.”

Danielle gave her a winsome smile. “But you love me. Right?”

Kassidy sighed. “It was going to come out eventually. And I have no idea how I was going to tell you all. So I guess you sort of did me a favor.”

“There,” Danielle said. “You’re welcome.”

“So Kassidy’s out with the girls,” Dag said, lounging at one end of the couch with a beer in his hand. “What do you wanna do tonight?”

Chris glanced at Dag and caught the gleam in his eye. Oh fuck.

Which was exactly what Dag wanted to do, apparently, judging from the hot look in his eyes and the wicked lift of one eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” Chris said slowly. “Watch baseball?”

Dag rolled his eyes. “Shit, Chris. We’re home alone…”

“Yep.” Chris’s dick thickened, even as his insides clenched. He gulped down some of his own beer.

“Chris.” Dag’s voice was soft. Chris looked at him. “What the fuck, man?”

“What?”

“You know what I’m saying. We’ve never fucked, just you and me. What’s up with that?”

Put it right out there. Okay. “Nothing’s up with that.”

Dag narrowed his eyes at him. “Do you still feel like you’d be cheating on Kassidy?”

Chris’s guts twisted. Here they went again, having another deep discussion about sex. But he considered the question. “No. I know you two have been together when I’m not around. And I know she won’t feel that way.”

“No. She won’t. She offered to give us time alone. So what’s the deal?”

He couldn’t say. He couldn’t explain it, even to himself.

“Look, buddy. I’m not gonna force you to do something you don’t want to do. But I think you want to.” Dag’s eyes searched his face. “And I can be patient.”

“Since when?” Chris smiled.

Dag rubbed the back of his head, looked away, then looked back. “I can.” He lifted his chin. “You’re the one who wants to be in control. You’re in control. It’s up to you.”

Dag reached for the remote control for the TV and started channel surfing.

Chris sat there. He took another swallow of beer. He glanced at Dag, whose attention was on the television.

He didn’t know what the deal was. It was true he didn’t feel like he was cheating on Kassidy. He just liked it when she was there. And Dag was right—he did want it. Fuck, he wanted it bad. Since last weekend when Dag had talked about topping and bottoming and had basically told him he liked to be fucked up the ass, Chris had thought about it. A lot. He wanted that. His dick swelled and lengthened even more.

“Remember,” Dag said quietly, not looking at him. “I love you.”

Chris closed his eyes and lowered his chin. Yeah. And he loved Dag too, the bastard.

Then he got it. Got that he was hurting Dag. Dag wouldn’t admit it, but Chris got it, thinking about how he’d feel if Dag didn’t want to be with him. Kassidy was always telling him he needed to work on being more empathetic. Well, this was him trying, putting himself in Dag’s place and realizing he was being a giant dickhead to the guy he loved.

“Shit,” he muttered. “I’m an asshole.”

Dag’s lips twitched. “Huh.”

Chris set his beer bottle on the coffee table, lifted his ass off the couch and planted it a few feet over, next to Dag. He removed Dag’s beer from his hand, slapped it on the table too, and then grabbed Dag’s face and turned it toward him. He dove into a hard, fast, fucking
hot
kiss.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Dag muttered a long moment later.

Their eyes met and they exchanged evil grins, breathing hard. Then Chris kissed him again.

Fuck. Yeah. Fuck. Kissing Dag…his mouth hard, his tongue wet, rubbing against his tongue…yeah. He shifted closer, running his hand over Dag’s chest, shoulder, neck, into his hair. He lifted his mouth off Dag’s, tilted his head and went in again, deeper, hotter. Dag’s hands grabbed him too, yanking him closer and they kissed, on and on, deep, sliding kisses, tongues licking, teeth nipping. A groan rumbled from Dag’s chest and Chris felt it right to his groin.

Dag’s hands roamed up and down his back and Chris shifted, leaning into him, pushing him deeper into the couch cushions. He sucked Dag’s tongue, nipped his bottom lip, kissed across his stubbled jaw to his ear, then buried his face in Dag’s neck when Dag’s hand found his ass and gripped it.

They were making out, on the couch, all their clothes on, kissing and touching and it…was…hot.

Then Chris wanted skin and he shoved a hand up under Dag’s T-shirt. He rubbed over Dag’s pec, found the nipple and caught it in his fingers briefly. Dag’s body twitched hard against his.

Heat rushed through Chris’s body, excitement building, pounding in his veins. His dick ached.

“Yeah,” Dag muttered. “Christ yeah. That feels good, Chris.”

Hunger grew inside Chris, need blazed, and he shifted and slid to the floor between Dag’s legs, fumbling with the belt, button and zipper of the shorts Dag wore. Dag spread his thighs wider, reclining on the couch, as Chris reached inside Dag’s boxers and pulled out his straining cock.

“Fuck,” Chris breathed, fisting it, rubbing his thumb over the slick head. He studied it with awe and fascination, stroking it. Veins pulsed and Dag let out a long, low groan.

“Suck me,” Dag whispered hoarsely. “Want your mouth on me…”

Oh yeah. He wanted to do that. He licked his lips as he continued to study Dag, breathing in Dag’s scent. He wanted to do it right. He wanted it to be good for Dag.

He opened his lips wide and directed the head of Dag’s dick, closing his eyes as he took him and swirled his tongue around the smooth head. Chris moaned his pleasure and Dag’s hands came to Chris’s shoulders, one curling around the back of his neck, not pressuring him, just holding him.

Dag’s singular taste filled Chris’s mouth—salty, male, musky. Fucking delicious.

Chris found a rhythm, sliding his lips up and down the shaft, absorbing Dag’s taste. He slid his fingers beneath Dag’s balls, fat and round at the base of his dick, bringing another long groan from Dag.

“Oh yeah,” Dag whispered, his hips moving, picking up Chris’s rhythm. “So fucking good…”

Chris licked and sucked until Dag grabbed his head and stopped him. “Okay,” Dag gasped. “Enough…”

Chris looked up his body at Dag’s face, enjoying the way Dag’s chest heaved, the way his lips parted, the way his eyes glazed with desire. “Okay,” Chris said with one last swipe of his tongue. Dag’s dick quivered in response.

“Bedroom,” Dag said. “We should go…in the bedroom.”

“Okay,” Chris agreed although he didn’t feel the same need to move. Nobody was home…but, yeah, a bed was better. He rose to his feet, hand going to his aching cock. Then he grabbed Dag’s hand and gave a hard yank, pulling him up and against him. He wrapped an arm around Dag’s neck and gave him another fast kiss before turning toward the bedroom. They each started taking their clothes off on the way.

In the dim bedroom, Dag surprised him by shoving him toward the bathroom. “Shower,” he said.

“What? Now? Jesus…” He was on fire and Dag wanted a shower?

“Humor me. It’ll be quick. I wanna do dirty things to you…” he cranked on the water, “…and I want you clean.”

Heat sizzled through Chris’s veins at the idea of Dag doing dirty things to him.

Dag was right, it was quick, but fucking hot, Dag’s soapy hands wrapping around Chris’s dick, circling his balls, sliding up and down between his ass cheeks. Chris’s body pulsed with need, his heart thumping against his ribs. He did the same for Dag, and then after a quick rinse, they stepped out.

Dag handed him a towel and they watched each other, Chris’s mouth dry, his breathing labored. Dag stepped closer, slid a hand around the back of Chris’s neck and pulled him in for another long, hard kiss, then released him.

“Bed,” he said.

Chris had to grin. “I thought I was in control tonight.”

Dag’s lips twitched. “Oh yeah. Right.”

“Whatever. Where were we…? Oh yeah, I was sucking your dick.”

Dag groaned. “And doing a damn fine job of it.” He threw himself down sideways on the bed, landing on his back. Chris looked at him, then rounded the bed.

“What’re you doing?” Dag mumbled, head turning.

“Getting creative.”

“Excellent.”

Chris climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees over Dag’s head then centered himself above him so Dag’s cock was right in his face.

“Sixty-nine,” Dag murmured, hands gripping Chris’s bare ass. “Perfect.” Then his fingers circled Chris’s stiff prick. Pleasure shot through Chris as his muscles jumped.

Chris held himself up on one arm, grasping Dag’s cock with his other hand and resuming his exploration, but, fuck, it was hard to focus when sensations were overloading him from behind, where he couldn’t see, could only feel. He had to pause at one point, his head going back, eyes closed, Dag’s pulsing shaft in his fist, as Dag’s tongue slid up between his ass cheeks. “Jesus,” he gasped, every nerve ending in his body catching fire.

Dag used his tongue and teeth and lips to torture Chris, sucking his balls into his mouth, teasing him and licking him. He even used his finger, slipping it into Chris’s ass, bringing a sharp gasp from him, sensation shooting up Chris’s spine. Chris gave a grunt of pleasure as Dag continued to tease there. Then Dag took Chris’s shaft into his mouth, right to his throat. Chris’s hips moved instinctively, fucking Dag’s mouth, and a groan climbed Chris’s throat again. Sucking in air, he bent his head again to take Dag into his mouth.

Holy fuck. Holy holy fuck. Sensation pounded through Chris, relentless, scorching hot, his balls so tight at the root of his cock as Dag tongued them again. Pressure built inside him and he slid his mouth off Dag’s cock and gasped, “Gotta stop.”

Now
. He needed to fuck Dag now. Hot urgency boiled inside Chris as he moved off Dag and turned around. “Roll over,” he told Dag.

Dag didn’t move. “No.”

Chris frowned.

“Face-to-face,” Dag said, meeting his eyes, lifting his chin. “Fuck me face-to-face.”

Chris stared at him. Heat whipped through his body once more. “Quit telling me what to do,” he muttered. He slid off the bed at Dag’s feet, Dag still lying sideways across the bed. Dag bent his knees and Chris grabbed his thighs and hauled him closer to the edge of the bed.

A wicked smile lifted Dag’s lip. “It’s called topping from the bottom. Get used to it. I do it a lot.”

Truthfully, at this point Chris didn’t mind Dag giving him direction because this was all new to him and he wanted it to be good for Dag. He looked down at Dag’s groin. Lube. He needed lube. He took the two steps to the bedside table, yanked open the top drawer and grabbed the bottle. He gave it a shake and popped the top open as he moved back toward the side of the bed, Dag watching him with heated intensity.

Chris kneeled on the bed between Dag’s thighs, spreading his own knees wide. He squeezed lube into one hand, lots of it, slicked it up and down his shaft. Fuck, that felt good, the slickness intensifying the sweet sensation. Then he dumped even more into his hand and, licking his lips, he reached for Dag’s ass and spread the emollient there too, taking his time, watching Dag’s face as he rubbed over his anus.

“Perfect,” Dag breathed, pulling his knees back. “Oh yeah.”

Chris capped the bottle and tossed it behind him. It hit the rug with a thud. Taking himself in hand again, he shifted his knees even wider, getting closer to Dag, then, emotion swelling in his chest, he fell over Dag’s body and found his mouth.

They kissed, long and wet and intense, Chris’s hips moving so his dick slid up and down over Dag’s ass. They moaned in unison, Dag’s hands gripping his back and holding him tight.

“Fuck me,” Dag said.

“There you go again,” Chris muttered, but they both gave choked little laughs as Chris pushed back up. He found his shaft, rubbed the slick head over Dag’s anus, watching, so much sensation burning and twisting through his body, but also emotion building, knowing he was about to fuck the man he loved.

“I know you’ve done this before,” Chris mumbled, glancing at Dag’s face.