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skirt there, and then with a final yank puled it to her waist.

It wasn’t bright enough. Nick wanted to see her in the harsh light

of day, see every sweet valey and luscious pink curve of her

of day, see every sweet valey and luscious pink curve of her

cunt. Even in the dim light he could see she had a light covering

of hair. Was she wet? He wanted to drop to his knees and put

his mouth on her to see.

“Gorgeous,” Oliver purred. He stepped up next to her, leaning

one shoulder against the wal, and put his hand over her mound.

Vanessa moaned and Oliver moved his hand against her. “Wet,”

he said quietly. “Very wet.” Oliver turned and pierced Nick with

his glance. “Your turn.”

Nick backed up until he leaned against the wal opposite

Vanessa. He began unbuttoning his pants, his cock throbbing

with the need to come for them.

“While Nick pleasures himself for us,” Oliver whispered in

Vanessa’s ear, loud enough for Nick to hear, “I’m going to

pleasure you with my fingers. Have you ever come, sweet

Vanessa?”

She nodded jerkily. “I ride horses, don’t I?”

Oliver and Nick both laughed and Vanessa smiled at them.

“Has a man ever touched your cunt?” Nick asked bluntly. “Has

a man ever made you come? Ever fucked you with his fingers?”

Vanessa licked her lips and squirmed against Oliver’s hand. She

shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

“You like it when Nick talks like that, don’t you?” Oliver asked,

kissing the side of her head and then nuzzling behind her ear.

“You are very naughty, aren’t you, Vanessa?”

She nodded, caught in his spel, in the heat and seclusion of their

little closet. “Yes,” she whispered.

Nick had his pants open now. “Look at me,” he growled. He

shoved his pants down to mid-thigh, exposing his cock,

spreading his legs as wide as he could with his pants binding

them. “Look at my cock.”

She was looking. Oliver was watching, too, as enthraled as

Vanessa. Nick wrapped his fist around his cock and Vanessa

whimpered.

“Next time you’l do this for me,” Nick told her. “Tonight you’l

watch and learn how I like it.” He knew it wasn’t going to take

long, not with both of them watching him, wanting him. He knew

what Oliver wanted. Why couldn’t he give it to him? What held

him back? He shook off those thoughts and concentrated on the

here and now. On making it good for al of them. On the feel of

his hand on his cock, the heat in his sac, the eyes watching him,

the sharp, panting breaths of al three of them in the smal space.

“I’m going to slide my finger inside you now, Vanessa,” Oliver

told her. “Tel me if it hurts.”

told her. “Tel me if it hurts.”

“Tel me,” Nick said to both of them. “Tel me how it feels.” He

moved his fist up and down, from the sensitive crown of his rod

to the base, where his fingers brushed his bals. The pleasure

made him shiver. He moved his hand faster as he watched

Oliver’s hand on Vanessa’s cunt. It slid deeper between her legs

and she spread them wider, giving him the freedom to do as he

wiled to her. And her eyes never left Nick’s cock.

Oliver’s wrist moved and Nick could see his hand was moving in

a rocking motion. “God damn it,” Nick said between clenched

teeth. “Tel me.”

“She’s so damn tight, Nicky,” Oliver whispered. “And

deliciously wet. We have to get her alone again so we can taste

this.”

“Talk to me,” Vanessa said breathlessly. “Don’t talk about me,

talk to me.”

“Fine,” Oliver said. “I want to lick your cunt. There. Better?”

“Oh my God,” Vanessa whispered. “Do you?”

Nick couldn’t contain a burst of laughter. “Oh yes. We’d love it.

So please, next time let us lick you.”

“Together?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“Together?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“Together,” Oliver promised.

“Yes,” she said with a moan.

“Mmm,” Nick rumbled, loving the heat and ache rushing over

him, his climax hovering just out of sight. “More. Tel me more.”

“It feels so odd,” Vanessa whispered. “I can’t decide if I want

him out or I want him deeper.” Her voice trembled on the last

word. “Yes, deeper,” she cried out softly.

“Let me show you,” Oliver murmured and Nick looked over to

see Oliver slip behind Vanessa, his arm wrapped around her, his

finger moving in and out of her more deeply now. He put his

other hand on her hip and pushed her down, then up.

He was showing her how to fuck.

“Yes, that’s right,” Oliver continued encouragingly. “Tel me

what you’re doing, Vanessa.”

“What,” she paused to lick her lips, “what I’m doing?”

“To his finger,” Nick ground out, deliberately holding his climax

back, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, strangling

it.

“You’re fucking it,” Oliver whispered in her ear. “Say it.”

“You’re fucking it,” Oliver whispered in her ear. “Say it.”

“I’m…fucking it,” Vanessa whispered.

That was it. That was al it took. Nick released the pressure on

his cock and gave it two quick strokes. “Vanessa,” he moaned,

“now.” He covered the end with one hand, trying in vain to catch

al his come, but it was useless. He’d been hard for days thinking

about this and his climax shook him and stole his breath and

overflowed his paltry attempts to contain it.

“Show her,” Oliver demanded.

Nick opened his hand and watched as the last few spurts of

come pumped out of his rigid cock and ran down onto the hand

wrapped around it.

“Oh,” Vanessa said, then she moaned and Nick looked up to

see her head thrown back on Oliver’s shoulder as she ground

her cunt into his hand.

“Damn,” Oliver whispered in awe. “You’re so tight and hot

darling, so incredibly gorgeous when you come.”

Nick’s hips jerked, moving his cock one more time in his fist, at

Oliver’s words. He could imagine it, imagine Vanessa’s sweet

little cunt gripping him as she came.

She roled her head against Oliver’s shoulder, biting her lip as her

She roled her head against Oliver’s shoulder, biting her lip as her

hips continued to undulate in Oliver’s hold. “Stil coming,” Oliver

whispered in delight. “What a treasure you are.” He was so

clearly enchanted by her, mesmerized by her passion. “Just look

at you two,” he said with satisfaction, surprising Nick. He

rubbed his cheek in Vanessa’s hair as he glanced up at Nick

with a little smile and then kissed Vanessa’s cheek.

As Nick watched them, he knew. Knew that tonight he’d finaly

give in to his desire for Oliver, and that tomorrow they would

have Vanessa. They would make her theirs and that was al there

was to it.

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“She’s perfect,” Oliver said with a moan as he fel back against

the very wal Vanessa had been leaning against as he’d pleasured

her. She was so sweet, the way she let him touch her, her trust

and passion. And that incredible climax. He cupped his stil-hard

cock. “We’ve got to have her again.”

Vanessa had left first. She was going to a real retiring room to

repair her appearance and then she’d go downstairs. They were

to wait about twenty minutes and then go down.

“We wil.” Nick sounded so sure of it. Oliver looked over at him

finaly. He’d had a hard time meeting Nick’s eyes while they’d

help redress Vanessa. Did Nick know how much Oliver enjoyed

watching him touch himself? That he’d wanted to see Nick come

as much as he had Vanessa?

Of course he did. He’d always known. But they’d never spoken

of it. It was the one thing they were silent about, the one thing

they didn’t share. Nick’s gaze was enigmatic. Oliver didn’t know

they didn’t share. Nick’s gaze was enigmatic. Oliver didn’t know

what he was thinking. He looked away and ran both hands

through his hair. He’d put enough on Nick as it was. He didn’t

need to add unwanted desire to Nick’s burden.

“Are you hurting?”

It took Oliver a moment to figure out what Nick was talking

about. Oliver laughed ruefuly. “A little. I was so focused on you

two, I didn’t take care of myself.” He closed his eyes and

thinned his lips at his slip. He shouldn’t have told Nick he’d been

watching him. What was wrong with him tonight?

“I know.” Nick didn’t say anything else, and Oliver couldn’t

read his tone. He didn’t sound evasive, as he usualy did when

Oliver let something slip. Nick took a step toward him and

Oliver turned to face him directly. “Come here,” Nick said

roughly.

“What?” Oliver was confused. Where did he want to go?

Nick sighed and took another step, until he was a breath away

from Oliver. Then he leaned down and kissed Oliver’s neck,

right above his colar. Oliver was frozen in place. When Nick put

his hand on Oliver’s stomach and ran it down to his crotch,

where he cupped his cock, Oliver tried to push Nick away.

“What are you doing?” he croaked unevenly.

“Taking care of you,” Nick told him. He nuzzled Oliver’s neck

“Taking care of you,” Nick told him. He nuzzled Oliver’s neck

and then licked him.

Oliver had seen Nick perform the same seductive routine on

countless women. And taking care of him? Did Nick feel that

responsibility, too? It wasn’t enough that he couldn’t be out of

Oliver’s sight or Oliver couldn’t function, hel, couldn’t even

breathe? Now he had to “take care” of his unfulfiled passion?

Oliver shoved harder.

“No,” he ground out.

This time Nick moved away. “Why not?” Nick asked in a hard

voice. “We’ve been dancing around it for years. Dammit, I want

you. There, I’ve said it.”

“What?” Oliver was beginning to feel as foolish as he sounded.

He rubbed his hands over his face in frustration. “I’m not your

responsibility, Nick. I know…I know I have a…problem. But

I’l get over it. I know I wil. It doesn’t mean you have to take

care of me. Not like this.”

“Is that what you think?” Nick asked. His voice was a harsh

whisper. “You damn idiot. I’ve wanted you forever.” He

grabbed Oliver by the back of the neck and puled his head

down to touch his forehead to Oliver’s. “Tonight? When I came,

that was for you and Vanessa. It’s always been for you, idiot.”

“What are you saying?” Oliver whispered, afraid to believe

“What are you saying?” Oliver whispered, afraid to believe

Nick’s words.

“I’m finaly saying what I should have years ago. Something held

me back until tonight. Being with Vanessa together this way

pushed me beyond it. Suddenly it seemed so stupid that we’d

never been with each other, as if we were afraid what would

happen if we touched. But I’ve always known what would

happen. It would be good. So fucking good we’d never go

back. And I’m ready. I’m ready to never go back.”

“Now I know why you don’t talk very much,” Oliver joked

weakly. “You don’t make any sense when you do.”

“I’m in love with you.” Nick’s declaration was said with such

conviction, yet Oliver was stil afraid to believe it. Nick

understood his silence. “Believe me, Oliver. And this isn’t a

sudden realization. I’ve known it for years. But like you, I

thought it was the same problem that would eventualy go away.

I thought you’d taken your need to be near me and

misinterpreted it as desire. But it isn’t that, is it? It’s amazing and glorious and I want you. I want to touch you, be with you.”

“Right now?” Oliver attempted to defuse the situation with humor

as he always did. He was off-balance. Nick’s confession was

essentialy the stuff of Oliver’s dreams—although Nick had been

slightly more eloquent in his dreams—but it was so unexpected

he didn’t know how to respond.

he didn’t know how to respond.

Nick kissed him. That was unfair. How was Oliver to step back

and give Nick the room to think it through when he was kissing

him? And he was such a good kisser. Oliver had watched him

for years. Had even, on a few rare occasions, snuck in and

shared his kisses with whatever woman they were with. But this

was the first time he’d been the sole recipient of Nick’s

expertise, and it was devastating. He grabbed Nick by the lapels

of his coat and held on while he dove in to the pure pleasure of

Nick’s mouth.

Nick moaned and fel against Oliver, pinning him to the wal.

Instinct had Oliver thrusting into the hard planes of Nick’s

stomach. When his cock made contact with Nick he had to

break the kiss and suck in great gulps of air as he fought the urge

to come in his pants like a schoolboy.

Nick reached down and began to open Oliver’s pants clumsily.

“What are you doing?” Oliver asked in between panting breaths.

“I’ve got to taste you,” Nick muttered. “You’re going to come,

aren’t you? Just from my kiss?”

Oliver would have liked to say no, to claim more control than

that, but Nick knew him too wel to believe him. “Yes,” he said

desperately, hoping with al his might that Nick meant what he’d