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  Nye rolls onto his side at that point and slaps a big possessive hand across Gabriel’s arse. I jump in response to the crack of sound and wish I could see the red bloom spread across his cheek. We seriously need to get Gabe’s trousers off. A feat that Nye and I accomplish between us, and which is harder than you might suppose give that Gabe’s cock is apparently spring-loaded. It doesn’t matter where I intend to put my hands, his erection is magically there sucking up the caress. That, and despite all the attention he suddenly has lauded upon him, he doesn’t lapse into boneless contentment. He wriggles and jostles and puts his hands and lips in places where they cause fever, spontaneous outbursts and prophetic curses.

  “How do you want to do this?” Nye draws concentric circles over Gabriel’s arse, leaving him gaping openmouthed and looking spooked. Funny, I’ve never really paid that much attention to Gabriel’s arse. I mean it’s pert and neatly rounded, with some fabulously muscular gluts, but besides the occasional lusty grab, I’ve never really explored its topography.

  Turns out, he’s really sensitive there. Slide into sublime bliss, sensitive there, in a fashion that’s reminiscent of the total body shutdown I feel when someone pays determined attention to my neck.

  For several minutes I get to do little more than stroke his cock and look at his face, while his brows furrow and his mouth hangs agape. Then little by little his mind returns to life, and his gaze becomes whole again. He dips his head and latches on to one of my nipples, sucking it deep into his mouth, until pleasure races in electric arcs between the point of contact in my breast and the aching nub that is my clit.

  I rub too, my whole body up against him, back and forth like a cat purring at its owner’s feet, until I can’t stand the wait anymore, and then I guide his cock between my thighs. I cling tight to him as he sinks into my heat.

  Our motion is by necessity slow. Gabe’s walking a fine line. He groans, as Nye plants kisses up and down his spine and all over his arse. I think he’s going to come when Nye’s hunches directly behind him and I lose visual contact of him. Doesn’t take much genius to work out what he’s about though.

  “Oh, hell! Oh, fuck!” Gabriel wheezes. If his cheeks were sensitive, I guess Nye just found a bit with an even higher concentration of nerves. “Fuck!” His hips buck urgently, and I pull him down hard on top of me.

  The weight reduces my breathing to a series of shallow gasp, and hell if that doesn’t give me a rush all of its own.

  Nye backs off a little and I hear the squeeze of the lube bottle, which is then cast back onto the bed.

  I don’t want to move, but I wish to God that I could better see what’s going on. Then again, maybe seeing Gabriel’s expression is all I need. Fingers, I’m guessing, maybe one or two, and now scissoring apart.

  “You’re really hot for this, aren’t you?” Nye leans forward over Gabriel’s back to whisper those words right into his ear. “You’re like a furnace inside. Little bit of relaxation and a bit of gentle push back and I’m going to slip right in there, no probs at all.”

  “Do it,” Gabriel insists, and he holds himself really still, only his cock continues to flex inside of me. He hugs me tight, and smothers me in kisses as Nye shuffles up closer behind him. The lube bottle gets a another look in, then there’s a smack as Nye slaps Gabriel’s arse and pulls him back a little, right, I suspect, onto the tip of his cock.

  “Yeah,” both men groan. They repeat the motion with another deeper groan.

  I feel it too as Nye slowly pushes his cock into Gabriel’s arse, at the deep pressure against my body, even though Gabriel braces his arms either side of my head and takes much of their weight on his knees, but it’s through Gabriel’s reaction that I feel it most. His mouth is drawn open around the gasps he can’t contain. Sweat peppers his brow and the slope of his upper lip, which I smear with kisses. His eyes remain open, but I swear he’s not seeing anything beside the inside of his own soul. “Yes,” he hisses, surging forward into me, then drawing back slowly until his arse is pressed tight to Nye’s loins. “Yes, that’s perfect. That is so fucking good.”

  I’m not sure it’s the conclusion any of us was necessarily looking for at the beginning of this game of ours, but deep down I know it’s the right one. Whatever comes next, we’re in it together, and no one person among us is holding the ropes.

  Ecstasy is written into every one of the hard lines that make up Gabriel’s face. Above him, Nye’s blond hair catches the light and shimmers. I’m so happy I can’t actually keep my grin in check. It spreads as the combined piston motion of our hips hurtles us all toward the point of release. I come sobbing out both their names. Gabriel freezes and holds himself perfectly still. Only his cock moves, flexing, releasing his pleasure in a manner that makes me resume my catlike rub against his body.

  Nye withdraws and tears off the condom, and hence spills his release over the sensitive cheeks he’s so recently spread for his pleasure. It’s a magical moment. One I’m going to revisit for days and weeks. It’s our moment. The one in which we truly abandoned Gabriel’s game and forged this relationship into what it should always have been.

  “It’s all good,” Gabriel whispers into my ear.

  “Better than good,” I agree.

  Nye crawls over the bed until he lies on my opposite side. “Now don’t go getting complacent.” His smile is every bit as wide as Gabriel’s was in the midst of passion. “There are still a lot of things to work out.”

  Shit! Seriously, now?

  “Like which one of you lovelies is going to help me clean up and then give me a really nice blow job.”

  I look at Gabriel and him at me, and we both jump Nye and drag him toward the en suite shower.

  “Share?” I ask as we push Nye under the spray.

  Gabriel gives me a nod. “You betcha. Absolutely.”

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  Gabriel’s Naughty Game

  Copyright © 2012 by Madelynne Ellis

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