Fear and desperation taste the same sometimes. I curl over Gia’s body, and she wraps her arms around my waist, strangling my cock as I suck his salt from her flesh. Lyot’s thrusts slow, stop, and then his fingertips are skating over the back of my neck, leaving incandescent tracers in their wake. Before I can even process the sensation, his grasp tightens, locking me in place as he drives ruthlessly up into her.Into us.
Blood floods my mouth as her hipbone crushes my lips against my teeth, and I wrench myself upward before I lose the last of my control. I pull free of Gia’s mouth with a hiss as she trails her teeth along the underside of my cock, and when she whines at the loss, I drag her head up and kiss her bloody without taking my eyes from his.
“Please,” he begs, his voice ragged.
She whispers his name onto my tongue like a gift, and I know what they need.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” I murmur against her ear, stroking myself languidly. She nods in my grip, wicked and wanting, my perfect partner in sin. “Should we set him free?”
“Do it.”
“Now, Lyot.” At the taste of his name on my lips, I lose it, and we break together. My cum paints Gia’s back as he spills inside her with a hoarse shout, and Gia slumps against his chest, trembling, when I release her hair.
All three of us collapse back onto the pillows, a tangle of slick limbs and gasping for air. Lyot’s arm is flung out under both of us, and his fingers trace idly up the side of my neck as Gia snuggles into his chest.
“What the fuck, Gale. I’m trying to sleep in here.” Jamie’s grumpy voice breaks through the haze of wonder. With a groan, I peel myself from the pile and swing my legs over the side of the bed, pulling my boxer briefs back up over my ass. Gia presses herface into Lyot’s chest, smothering a giggle, while he chuckles at me with amused eyes.
“Laugh it up, pretty boy,” I tell him. “Next time, she’s putting you on your knees for me so I can watchyouchoke on my cock.”
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Gia
Lyot flips him the finger, and Gale grins before closing the door behind him. As soon as he’s gone, Lyot curls himself around me with a groan, burying his face in my neck.
“You okay?” I ask, brushing a stray curl off his forehead.
“I don’t know yet,” he admits. “I mean, I knew he had a fucking mouth on him, but holy shit.”
I can’t help but giggle at the choked awe in his voice. He lifts his face to study mine. “Areyouokay?”
“Definitely yes.” I shiver at the vivid memory of Lyot emptying himself inside me with Gale’s voice in my ear and his own cum splashed hot across my skin. “Having you both together like that? That was next-level hot.”
“Mmm.” He nuzzles my neck again. “You were fucking incredible.” With his thumb, he tilts my face down to his, parting my lips for a warm, wet kiss that has my toes curling by the time he’s done.
“Tell me about the show,” he says minutes later, propping his head on his hand and running his fingers idly across my stomach.
“Oh!” I can’t believe I’ve forgotten all about the showcase. Well, maybe I can, given the events of the morning.
It could have been a disaster. Warming up alone, trying to ignore the curious looks thrown my way, I’d been going out of my mind wondering where my guys were and what they might or might not find. Twenty minutes before the first act, Celeste had cornered me, furious.
“Where the hell is he,” she hissed, without a trace of her usual composure. I didn’t want to tell her shit—or know what Icouldsay without betraying Gale—but stonewalling her wasn’t an option under the circumstances. I told her he had an emergency but was on his way and left it at that, hoping it was true.
We were meant to go on at the first-act finale, and when I got the text that they were back at the dorm and he was ten minutes away, I nearly cried with relief.
And then he was there, behind me in the wings, with his hands on my hips and his lips in my hair, and no time for more than a whispered exchange.
“Is Jamie okay?” I asked.
“Later,” he replied, and then we stepped out into the magic.
I don’t tell Lyot all of that. Instead, I tell him what it felt like in the air above the stage, and how it was almost perfect.
“Almost?”
“I missed you,” I confess. “Maybe if you’d been there, in the audience watching. But even then—” I roll to face him, cupping his jaw. “I wanted youwithme.”
“I wanted to be there. You know I did.”
