Page 93 of By All Accounts
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked, sinking back down into my chair. I moved my work out of the way and Finn pushed the tacos so they were close enough for all of us to reach.
“I couldn’t concentrate on work,” Finn said with an apologetic smile. He leaned over the desk conspiratorially and whispered. “I’ve been hard since five in the morning.”
“Have you now?”
He nodded. “I came inside the most gorgeous woman too. It wasn’t enough. I might have gone soft for a minute or two, butthen I was left to my own devices and I couldn’t stop thinking about my cum inside of her.”
Finn reached over and tapped his fingers against the arm of Daniel’s chair. “His cum inside of you too.”
Air caught in my throat and I swallowed past it. “I see how that would be distracting.”
“He called me.” Daniel picked up where Finn left the story, both of us turning our stares toward him when he spoke. “And I had the same problem.”
“A hardship.”
“We agreed the only way to get on with our days was to see you,” he said.
“You’re desperate,” I teased.
Finn’s stare darkened. “I want.”
“A shame you brought tacos, then,” I murmured, lifting one from the tray and raising it to my mouth. I chewed and swallowed, moaning at the taste of the flavorful marinade and spice.
The two of them studied me in sync like they’d rehearsed this whole thing on their way over. Each of them reached for their own food, chewing and swallowing like they’d been given an order to eat and didn’t have it in them to not obey. The air crackled with anticipation and heat pooled between my legs. I loved Daniel when he got in this mood, this worshipful and subservient space. The two of them together there?
Heady.
We ate our lunch in silence, the drag of tongues across lips its own kind of foreplay. By the time the food was gone, I was as horny as I’d ever been for either of them, but lunch was nearly over and I needed to get ready for my next meeting.
“Will you come over tonight?” Finn asked.
“Both of us?”
He opened his mouth to answer and closed it quickly, lines appearing around the corners of his eyes.
“I think so, yes. I think…” he paused, looked up at the ceiling. “I think that’s where we are with this now, probably.”
“Probably?” Daniel asked.
Finn gave him a sidelong glance that made my heart ache. It was so important that Daniel and I figure out how to do right by this man. Finn deserved the best and most complete parts of us, so brave in his understanding of himself. He came to us knowing what he wanted and not being scared to ask for it. And we gave it to him because there was no way for us to have done anything different. But neither Daniel nor I had expected it to be so serious.
We hadn’t planned to fall in love.
“Both of you,” Finn said. “For me, I…”
“Yes,” I told him, not able to watch him scramble for words anymore.
The thing between us was impossible to explain, and if I couldn’t do it, I wouldn’t make him.
“We’ll come over,” Daniel said.
“I’ll cook,” Finn offered.
“Okay.”
“Will you stay the night?” he asked.
“If you like,” Daniel answered.
