Taken by Two(25)

“Yeah, things are different with Penny here now—I agree. I’m not saying no, Nate, I’m just saying—give me time. I don’t know—this is all uncharted territory for me.”

“I know—and I love what we have. I don’t want to fuck it up by asking for more. But…I can’t pretend like I don’t feel what I feel, either.”

“I don’t want you to. We’ve always talked about everything—I don’t want that to change. To answer your question,” I heard Rex gulp audibly, followed by the clink of his glass being set down on the metal table, “with Penny there, yeah, I’m more comfortable physically and could probably allow a little more. There, I said it.” Nate chuckled and said, “Lightning did not strike.” Rex laughed and said, “The ground did not swallow me up.”

I stood in the shadows, absorbing the pieces of their conversation and trying to make sense of it. I jumped when Nate came around the corner and nearly ran into me. Embarrassed and guilty, I held the bottle of bourbon out to him. “I-I didn’t mean to listen. I was bringing you guys a fresh bottle.” Nate smiled, taking me into his arms. “We don’t have anything to say that you can’t hear. I need to pee—go sit with Rex, I’ll be back in a minute.”

I emerged from the shadows where I’d been hiding.

Rex smiled warmly and patted his lap, “Come sit with me—we missed you.”

Rex took the bottle from me as I crawled into his lap. “Johnnie Walker Blue Label, not too shabby of a choice,” he said, opening the bottle and pouring the amber libation into his tumbler and Nate’s empty glass on the table. “Taste it,” he said holding it up to my lips. I sniffed the contents of his tumbler—it smelled sweet, syrupy. “This one is smooth—smoother than that cabernet you were sipping on earlier.” I took a cautious sip, then another, less cautious one. “It’s good,” I had to admit. “More kick than I’m used to, but yeah—I can see the appeal.”

“You smell like smoke,” I whined, handing him back his glass and nuzzling into his chest. “An unfortunate side effect of puffing cigars, I’m afraid.” He was quiet, sipping his bourbon and pouring another. “Nate wants…” He trailed off, as if the words escaped him. “More touching?” He exhaled and pulled me closer. “Yeah—well, he didn’t say it exactly like that.”

“I heard some of it. From what I know about him, he mostly just wants to be able to show you how he feels, even if just a little.”

“I know and I get that. I’ve gotten comfortable with small displays of affection—that was hard for me at first. I touch Nate in ways I would never touch another dude. And, I want him to be happy. It’s just never gotten…sexual.”

“He respects your boundaries, how you feel. I know I do.”

“Thanks, Princess. I’m not proud of this—but I’ll just admit it. The idea of being touched by Nate doesn’t bug me. The idea of being touched by a guy does, though. What does that say about me?”

“It says you’re a normal conflicted person who is honest about his feelings. Don’t feel guilty—we all have our limits. And…it also says you’re able to take an honest look at it.”

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “This whole thing with Nate threw me for a loop. It was like there was some tear in the fabric of my universe that allowed him to slip in to my heart. I couldn’t make sense of it—until you came. Now, it all just clicks—the three of us are like three broken circles that somehow fused to make a perfectly bonded whole. It’s all there, and I’m happy with it—but I want for Nate to get what he needs, too.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to drink a whole shitload more bourbon and then I’m going to take you both to bed.”

“Oh,” was all I could say. I didn’t want Rex to go further than he was comfortable with, but the idea of my two men getting more intimate did turn me on.

“What if everything fizzles the second he…” Rex sighed and took another big swig from his glass. “It’ll hurt him.”

“I won’t let that happen. I’ll be there—focus on me.”

“That’s never hard to do, sweetheart. You set me on fire every damn time.”



Hours later, the normally in-control Rex was slurring his words and stripping his clothes off in the yard. By the time we got him to Nate’s bedroom, he was naked. I pushed him into the sofa in Nate’s room, falling on top of him. I’d never seen Rex even close to drunk. He loved to sip his whiskey, but he wasn’t one to ever get sloppy—he was too much of a control freak. “Kiss me, Penny,” he howled, pulling my face to his. We made out slowly, my tongue savoring the syrupy-sweet zing of the whiskey on his breath. I sensed Nate moving around the room, but kept my focus on Rex. I wanted him ready to explode by the time I urged Nate to touch him.

The lights dimmed and the door locked, Nate stood over us. Rex pulled my mouth from his, pushing my face toward Nate’s. “Kiss,” he said, “I wanna watch.” Rex’s erection ground against me as my tongue found Nate’s. Our mouths never parted as Rex yanked roughly at my clothes in a desperate attempt to strip me. Nate’s agile fingers assisted him, and within minutes I was naked, my bare legs straddling Rex’s wide hips. Nate’s hands reached under my breasts, kneading them as he kissed me. Rex was insane with need—his hips bucking as his desperate cock sought my pussy.

“You’re torturing me!” His whiskey-laden breath was at my ear, his fingers trying to pull me from Nate’s kiss. I slid my lips from Nate’s and looked down at Rex. Tonight, for the first time, I wanted control. Both men were waffling with a big decision—a calculated, choreographed attempt at more. I, however, wanted to end the thinking and just become three people driven by insatiable, label-less, boundary-less passion for each other.

I pushed Rex back, purring, “You said you wanted to watch, big guy. You want to see Nate fuck me?” His hips rose up again as he hissed, “Yes!” Nate’s agile fingers found my nipples, giving them a harsh twist before pulling me up from Rex’s naked body. “On your knees, Penny,” Nate said, his voice rich with desire. I knelt on the floor in front of the sofa Rex was flopped across, his large hand slowly stroking his swollen cock. My eyes never left Rex’s as Nate stripped off his own clothes and positioned the head of his long cock at the soaked entrance of my pussy. “Ah,” I moaned as Nate entered me. The force of his thrusts caused my large breasts to sway from side to side, taunting Rex as he watched us fuck.

I wasn’t sure how much longer the inebriated Rex would be subdued into just watching, so I pushed back against Nate, meeting each thrust with a push of my hips onto him. “I want to watch you come, both of you,” Rex groaned, his own thick cock glistened at the tip. Nate’s hand reached around to stroke my clit as he fucked me, the clenching of my pussy against his throbbing cock milking him to an explosion deep inside me.

When I recovered from the force of my own climax, I crawled toward Rex with Nate still pulsing inside me. My tongue sought his heavy balls, teasing them as I licked up and down. “You’re killing me,” Rex groaned, his hands wrapped around the back of my head. “You want to come in my mouth?” I teased, flicking the barbell piercing on the underside of his cock. “Yes,” he groaned. “Can Nathaniel help?” I asked, nervous I was pushing him too far. “Yes, just…please…”

Nate slid out of me and crawled up in front of the sofa, hovering over Rex’s hardness as I massaged Rex’s shaft with my tongue. I licked up and down Rex’s length, toying with the metal pierced into his shaft, purposefully keeping him on the edge. I wanted to tease him to the point that he’d explode with pleasure when Nate’s tongue decided to join in. Rex’s eyes closed as his legs braced—he couldn’t take much more. I nodded to Nate—he licked his lips, but hesitated. I wasn’t sure he’d go through with it, but in a sudden rush of sexual energy, his lips wrapped around the head of Rex’s cock, Nate’s cheeks hollowing as he sucked far too hard. Clearly he’s never given head before, I couldn’t help but think to myself.

Rex groaned, a half grunt, half growl, as Nate’s mouth pulled at him. My fingers found the seam rising from Rex’s hard sac, stroking as Nate found a rhythm, loosening his suction for an up an down motion. I let my own hungry tongue slide underneath Rex, and as I poked his salty skin, I felt the tension of his shuddering orgasm. By the time I looked up, I expected to find Nate’s mouth away from the ejaculating Rex, but instead he held on, sucking every drop of Rex’s seed into his worshipping mouth.

Rex was asleep when I leaned into Nate and asked, “Are you okay?” I knew Rex wasn’t the only one who would struggle from the new type of intimacy. “Yeah,” he smiled, licking his lips. “That was…different!” He laughed as we fell together. “Let’s get him into bed—have you ever dealt with a King Rex sized hangover before?” He shook his head as he pulled Rex up and leaned him over his shoulders, “Never.”