Nicole Edwards - Zane

Beau knew that whatever happened here tonight wasn’t going to be more than what it was. Zane was giving in to his curiosity and as much as he knew they’d both probably enjoy it, Zane wasn’t bisexual. One time, that’s what Zane committed to, and he wondered if that were more for his sake.

Either way, Beau wanted tonight. He’d take it if it were all he could have. One day, there’d be a relationship that made sense to him. He was still interested in women, just maybe not as much as he was interested in men. That still confused him, but he’d learned to live with it.

“What now?” V’s seductive, sultry tone broke through his thoughts, and Beau looked at Zane. The man had insisted he was in charge. How was this supposed to work? Was there a script they were supposed to follow? Were they just going to strip naked and get it on? For some reason, Beau doubted it.

Whatever happened though, he just wanted to go through with it.

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Zane heard V’s words. He had asked himself the same question. Looking over at Beau, Zane had the sudden urge to walk up to the man and just kiss him. It was inevitable, right?

Instead, he made his way to the kitchen and pulled out the whiskey. He needed something to bolster his nerves. If he thought about it too much, he was going to change his mind. The fucking weird thing, he didn’t want to change his mind. He just thought that was what he was supposed to do.

His dick was harder than fucking iron, and when he closed his eyes, he remembered the feel of Beau’s mouth on him. He could envision what it felt like to roll that condom down Beau’s massive erection moments before he buried his cock in V’s sweet little ass.

First shot down.

He should’ve gone for the tequila.

Zane wasn’t sure what compelled him to go this route, but he was committed. Horny and fucking committed. He was scared too. Yes, even grown ass men got scared. He only hoped he could go through with it.

Second shot down.

He didn’t bother turning to look at the two people waiting for him to say or do something. He just stared out the kitchen window, facing the front yard and tried not to close his eyes. When V’s hand touched his back, the memory of the last time they were like this filled his head. Her hand weaved its way beneath his t-shirt this time, and they were instantaneously skin to skin.

Third shot down.

As she caressed his skin, Zane felt her lifting the edges of his shirt until she was maneuvering it up and over his shoulders. He had to duck his head so she could get it off of him, but once she did, a chill ran down his spine. It wasn’t cold in the house, not by a long shot.

Fourth shot down.

If he didn’t stop this, he was going to be plastered. He was already starting to feel no pain. He glanced over to see V removing the bottle from his reach, and he didn’t admonish her for it. He just kept his focus on the sparse grass and the dirt driveway. He tried not to look at Beau’s truck sitting out front either.

Zane groaned when V’s mouth met his skin, her tongue trailing lightly down his spine, her fingers doing the same on his chest. His cock was lengthening, swelling until he wanted to rid himself of the damn tight jeans.

He didn’t turn around, mainly because he couldn’t. This was what he wanted, he really, truly did. One time. It was all about the experience. It’s what he lived for. His life had been about adventure, and this was just another checkmark on the already full score card. Only this time he was crossing a line that he’d blurred sometime during the last few weeks.

As the alcohol buzzed in his bloodstream, Zane gave himself over to the sensations, the need. Turning to face V, he looked down into eyes the same sparkling brown as the whiskey he’d just devoured. So fucking beautiful. He could see in his periphery that Beau was still standing across the room.

“Come here,” he ordered the big man, wondering where the growl in his voice was coming from. He felt like a wild animal, ready to pounce. Ready to mark his territory however he needed to.

Beau moved forward, and when he was within reach, Zane looked up at him as V moved out of the way. When she wiggled in behind him, Zane had to take a step forward, bringing him that much closer to Beau. He heard her shift, then realized she’d perched up on the kitchen counter, and now she was pulling him back against her, her cool fingers once more trailing up his back, then into his hair as she tilted his head to the side and began sucking on his neck.

His fucking knees damn near gave out when she nipped him. The sharp sting was dulled by the whiskey, but it was sexy as hell.

Zane kept his gaze locked with Beau's, and he knew they would stand here like this forever if he didn’t say something. Do something. He reminded himself that this was all or nothing. Right here. Right now.

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Kissing Zane’s neck was supposed to be a distraction. V wasn’t sure whether she was trying to distract him or herself, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t working on either of them. She continued to watch the two men as they stood less than a foot apart, waiting, wondering just how far this was going to go. V had no doubts that Zane wanted this; she could feel it in the subtle vibrations in his vigorous body. He was tense, not even the whiskey had unlocked the strained muscles in his back.

Glancing up at Beau, she had to wonder who was more nervous. He looked like he was gearing up for the fight of his life and he didn’t expect to win.

Just when it looked as though both men might decide to forgo this endeavor altogether, Zane surprised them all by reaching out, gripping Beau by the back of his neck and pulling him close, their mouths crashing against one another and the brutal kiss that ensued stole V’s breath.

Leaning closer to Zane’s neck, she kept her eyes pinned on their mouths as they ate at one another. This wasn’t a simple, get to know you type of kiss. This was hungry and desperate and so damn raw, V half expected sparks to start shooting out from where they touched.

“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” she groaned against Zane’s ear and his growling response only heated her blood even more. “I want to watch while he sucks your cock deep into his mouth. I want you to watch,” she encouraged, continuing to hold him against her, his back flush against her front, his hips encased in her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him from behind. Zane was gripping one of her thighs, holding her close as though she were grounding him somehow.

When Zane broke the kiss, they both were panting, and from where she sat, she could see the dazed look in Beau’s eyes.

“Do it,” she whispered in his ears. “Make him suck your cock, Zane.”

Zane might’ve said he wanted to be in control, but V knew he would welcome the help. As desperate as they all might be to see where this would lead, she knew it was foreign. For all of them. Sharing her had become almost normal, but for these two alpha males to give in to one another, that was going to take some coaxing. At least on Zane’s part.

“Pull out my cock,” Zane ordered, speaking to Beau.

V rested her chin on Zane’s shoulder, her arms wrapped around his chest, beneath his arms. It was almost as though she were holding him back, but really, she was trying to keep him with her. As kinky as this was, she wasn’t willing to let Zane go this alone.

“Awww, fuck.” The unrestrained growl that tore from Zane’s lips as soon as Beau had freed his cock echoed around them.

Beau didn’t hesitate before he lowered to his knees. V continued to watch down the front of Zane’s body, holding him back, but not restraining him. When Beau’s tongue darted out and licked the head of Zane’s cock, Zane’s body jolted, and she held even tighter.

“That’s so damn sexy,” she whispered in Zane’s ear. “Watching Beau on his knees, sucking you, teasing you the way I do. It makes me want to help him.”

Zane’s body went utterly rigid, and V wondered if it was due to something she said or what Beau was doing. She wasn’t sure. When he pulled one hand free of her grip, V watched as Zane thrust his fingers into Beau’s hair, holding him close but not impeding his movements.

“Don’t you dare make me come,” Zane warned.

The sound of Beau’s tongue and mouth working Zane over was making V wetter than she thought possible. She couldn’t see all of what he was doing anymore because Zane’s body was bowed, his head falling back against her. She nipped and sucked his neck, then his earlobe, relishing in the harsh, choppy breaths Zane was taking.

“Take me deeper,” Zane ordered. “Don’t move.”

V leaned forward once more watching in absolute awe as Zane fed his cock deeper and deeper into Beau’s mouth.

“Damn, it’s too fucking good. I’m not ready to come yet.”

V wasn’t ready for him to either. This party was just getting started, and that deviant, libidinous side of her wanted to watch these two men longer. She wanted Beau to find his pleasure in the moment. She just wasn’t sure what that was.

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Beau let Zane use his mouth. He never stopped sucking, stroking his smooth, hot erection. This wasn’t much different than the other night, but it was so much more at the same time. Zane was fully onboard, giving and taking at the same time. Beau wanted to see how far he’d go. Not that he wasn’t nervous because he was. His brain didn’t shut down, not since he dropped to his knees in front of his friend. Knowing that Zane wasn’t doing this for himself made it tip the scales of lascivious encounters. No, Zane was doing this for him and V. Beau knew that. He didn’t question it because this was his selfish moment. There weren’t many of those, but he wanted this.

If there were a chance for him to go further, to do more than he ever imagined, Beau wanted Zane to be his first. They may never talk about it again, but he wanted to walk away with the knowledge that his first time had been about him. Frequently he was the third in these little trysts, although sometimes Zane was, depending on the woman they’d taken. This time he wasn’t the third. V was, and that had Beau’s brain buzzing with desire.

“I want to watch you fuck him.” V’s words shattered the silence and Beau felt Zane’s legs go rigid beneath his hands. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the moment because he feared what V said would send Zane running.

“I want to watch you bury your cock in his ass, fucking him the way he wants. This is for all three of us, Zane.”

Beau didn’t stop his ministrations, continuing to pull Zane deep in his mouth, bobbing his head over his long, thick cock, all the while refusing to touch himself. He didn’t want to alter the course they were on. He also didn’t want to go off like a rocket, which he feared he would. It didn’t take long, the night Zane had touched him. Even if it hadn’t been in a teasing manner, the feel of Zane’s hand on him had been pure, carnal torture.

“Do you want that, Zane?”

Beau opened his eyes and looked up the length of Zane’s magnificent body until he reached his eyes. Zane was staring down at him, and the second their gazes collided, Beau knew what was coming.

“Yes,” Zane growled the single word and Beau’s cock throbbed, lengthened. He wasn’t sure he’d make it to that point. “Stand up.”

Beau released Zane’s cock from his mouth with a loud pop, never breaking the eye contact. He stood to his feet, and although he was taller and a few pounds heavier than Zane, he actually felt smaller. The control Zane had over him was compelling, even if the man didn’t realize it.

When Zane moved forward, Beau waited, wondering what was going to happen next.

“Get down. I want you to undress him,” Zane told V.

Beau wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle her talented little mouth on him. He was primed and ready to explode. When V didn’t hesitate, jumping to her feet and moving closer to him, Beau could only watch.

When her small fingers found his belt buckle, he sucked in a breath, the cool contact against his bare skin beneath his shirt was almost too much.

“Turn around and lean against the counter.”

Beau processed V’s words, but it took a few seconds before his feet actually did what his brain was telling them to do. Zane moved around to the side, his arm brushing against him and Beau found it even harder to breathe.

He felt like he was in an alternate universe, watching this from somewhere far away, but close at the same time. He knew the sensations of her hands touching him while she removed his clothes one piece at a time were real, he just didn’t know it could be this good. His skin was hypersensitive; there was a buzz in his brain similar to when he’d had his fair share of liquor. Beau didn’t want it to end.