Page 39 of Cueball & Double-Z (Alpha’s Rejects #5)

I still couldn’t wrap my head around that I was not only kissing Cole, but we were touching each other.

Hell, he was jacking me off. And the very idea of Marco giving up his pleasure to allow Cole and me to do this together…

It was everything. It only drew me into Marco even more.

I wanted him to participate as well, but I just needed a bit more time with Cole.

Marco had been right in giving us this time together.

For me, I’d waited eight years. But I wasn’t about to make this about me.

Not anymore. This was about the three of us.

My body was pure fire. My mind was high. I floated, feeling almost dizzy from being so turned on, and the reality that I was touching Cole and he was touching me. Cole awkwardly stroked me, never having done it before, but it was perfect. So fucking perfect.

As he tugged on me, I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him tightly against my chest, needing more, needing him so much closer. My mouth pulled away from his to taste his skin. To press kisses on other parts of him.

What I wanted was to suck him down and taste him, but we needed to take our time to enjoy this moment. I didn’t want to rush so much that I forgot every detail.

My lips pressed to his ear, where I nibbled the lobe for a second before moving down to his throat, kissing his rapid pulse. His head moved to the side, giving me better access. I licked the saltiness and sin from his skin, inhaling our shared woodsy body wash mingled with the earthy scent of sex.

God, that he wanted me, too… I was in awe. Humbled. Fucking grateful. Hell, not only was I wanted by Cole, but by Marco. Two men. If Marco hadn’t found us that day, where would we be? Stuck in a rut still? Probably. I’d still be angry, lonely, pining, lost… So fucking lost.

I shut out my wandering thoughts to enjoy this time with Cole.

A part of me wished I could hear more than his little grunts and whimpers. That I could listen to his words of love and want. Maybe even a little dirty talk. But this was enough. He was enough—more than enough.

His smaller body was hard from thinness and lean muscle, but it was warm and comforting because it belonged right there against me.

My mouth traveled to his shoulder, where I nipped the skin there, too.

Cole was getting lost with my mouth all over him, holding onto my cock like a rod, not stroking it. Just holding onto it.

Eventually, I wanted to fuck him. No, I wanted to make love to him. To show him how much he meant to me. How important he was. That he was more than a fuck. Now that I had him, I was never going to let him go. And I would do whatever it took to keep Marco happy and not to feel so alone and in pain.

When I pulled away with a heaving chest and a thundering heart, I looked at my Cole right into his big, beautiful eyes full of wonder.

Full of love. I was sure I mirrored him.

Then I chased his lips again, forcing my tongue into his mouth, tasting him.

His eyes closed as I swallowed his loud sigh, his fingers tightening around my length, holding on for dear life .

“Do you want more?” Marco suddenly asked, startling me a bit, then feeling a bit guilty as I got lost in Cole, despite him insisting that we touch each other first.

“Yes,” I breathed. Then I met Cole’s eyes, who watched me intently. “But I think Cole and I agree that you should be a part of this.” It was only an assumption, but I knew Cole. I knew the kind of man he was. He would never want anyone to feel left out. We needed to include Marco now.

“I think you should experience each other some more first,” Marco insisted again. “It’s important.”

I pulled back from Cole, hovered over Marco, and pressed my hands on either side of him, my face close enough to his that I could feel the puffs of air on my skin from his breathing. His eyes were hooded as he stared up at me.

He had an amazing body. He wasn’t like one of those ripped dudes where you could count every single muscle, but he took care of himself. I loved his smooth skin. Hell, I had more chest hair than he did.

Then my eyes trailed down to his cock, which was uncut. I didn’t know why I found that so hot, almost like he’d been untouched, even though he had.

My eyes landed back on his as he watched me explore him. “We should experience everything together, the three of us,” I whispered, leaning closer to his face, but not pushing the rest of the distance to kiss him.

I glanced over my shoulder at Cole for confirmation. He nodded eagerly, his face breaking into a huge, yet shy smile. This was probably a lot for someone who’d never done anything sexual before, but he seemed to be game. Besides, Marco and I would take care of him.

I turned back to face Marco, getting lost in black, blown pupils surrounded by a halo of gold. Then I cupped his ample junk, hot under my palm, before grinning crookedly. “You’ve been overruled.”

His smile was small, and his eyes were bright. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

“I can be quite forceful,” he warned.

“Good,” I breathed over his full lips.

Marco couldn’t or didn’t hide his little gasp. Yes, he wanted this. I believed him when he said he wanted Cole and me to go at it first, but he definitely wanted to be a part of it. He wanted to do more than just watch.

“Show us how it’s done,” I whispered to him. It wasn’t like me to be seductive or sexy. That was just me being in the moment, allowing myself to feel everything. To finally let go, as Marco told me to do. And I didn’t want to miss a second of it.

Before I could process what was happening, my breath caught in my throat, and I was suddenly on my back on the bed with Marco, now the one hovering above me.

I gasped, and my heart raced. Why was that so hot?

I never thought I’d like someone controlling me like that, but I did.

So much. I liked the way it made my heart beat faster, staring into his confident eyes. It worked with him.

Then it was Cole lying next to me. He squeaked when Marco also tossed him onto his back, making me laugh. God, it felt good to feel happiness. Real happiness.

“Do you want to be touched?” he asked us in a low, rumbling voice that sounded more like a growl, reverberating through my entire body. My cock reacted to the vibrating sound.

“Yes,” I breathed as Cole nodded.

“Do you want to know what it feels like to get sucked down?”

My face heated as I nodded. It wasn’t heat from embarrassment, but flushed with arousal.

‘I want to watch you with Gio,’ Cole signed. ‘To see and learn.’

“Are you sure, sweetness?” Marco asked him.

Cole’s eyes went wide, and he smiled so sweetly as he nodded. He liked that little name just for him.

His amber eyes landed on mine as Marco cupped my face. “You ready for me, beautiful? My Little Thief?”

I hadn’t expected an endearment, or the one he liked to poke fun at me with, but my body heated even more with him calling me beautiful . So much better than thief . The names he gave us felt like he was claiming us. Like we belonged to him.

“Yeah…” I breathed.

“We aren’t going to have sex. That requires more preparation, but we can have a little fun.”

Marco leaned forward toward Cole, still lying on his back, and kissed him.

His bigger body was huge compared to Cole’s.

Towering and broad. But he was gentle. Cole’s eyes fluttered closed when Marco placed a large hand on his cheek.

Though he was soft with him, he was clearly in control.

As the kiss deepened, Cole’s fingers dug into Marco’s arms, whimpering softly.

I loved his little noises. He did that with me, too, like it was his way of saying how he felt without using words or his hands.

When he pulled away, he looked down at Cole with affection and a small smile. Cole’s eyes opened slowly, and he smiled back up at Marco with a stupid grin that made me chuckle. He rolled his head toward me, his face turning blotchy red, but he couldn’t stop smiling.

Then it was my turn with Marco looking down at me, his full lips glistening with saliva from Cole. I licked my lips at the thought of tasting them both soon.

Instead of being gentle like he had been with Cole, his lips landed forcefully on mine, as if knowing Cole needed a gentler touch, whereas I needed to be fucking consumed.

Yes. That was exactly what I wanted. It was nice to hand over my control to someone else.

Always fighting to be in control was exhausting.

Marco bit my bottom lip hard enough to hurt a little before licking away the sting. I groaned in his mouth and punched my hips for some sort of desperate friction on my cock, seeking any kind of stimulation, but my cock was only met with air.

Then Marco plunged his tongue into my mouth, the only part of him touching me, the rest of his body just hovering and close enough to feel his heat, but not enough to feel his skin against mine. It was teasing and taunting. It was fucking hot. Such a turn on. And fucking annoying. I needed more.

I punched my hips again, whining in his mouth. He smiled on my lips before pulling away, leaving me gasping and bitching. Cole groaned at the sight of us, and we both glanced at him cupping his junk as he rested on his side, watching our every move. Every reaction.

Marco pinned Cole with a hard stare. “That’s mine, sweetness. No touching.”

Cole’s eyes rolled and his head fell back onto the pillow, fanning himself with his hand, pulling out a laugh from us.

Marco leaned into Cole’s ear and whispered, “Do you want to see me swallow your stepbrother down? Do you want to watch our beautiful Gio squirm? ”

“Fuck me,” I groaned.

Cole echoed the sound as he nodded.