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Miller

W hat the fuck is happening? Kissing Tucker was not in the plans for…well, ever. This afternoon I sucker-punched the guy, and now my tongue is down his throat, and fuck, I like it.

“On your knees, Miller.”

Fucking hell. I wouldn’t call what Lincoln and I have a dom/sub relationship, but I let him dominate most of our sexual activity. He’s more experienced, and I enjoy listening to him tell me what to do to give him pleasure. But Tucker’s words, with his intense tone, has me second-guessing everything.

I don’t know what to do. I want to do as I’ve been told, but he’s not Lincoln. In fact, he’s Lincoln’s brother—the man I wanted to kill a few hours ago. I need Linc to decide and tell me what to do.

“The choice is yours, Fireball. You can obey or say no. No one will fault you for your decision.”

Holy shit. This feels like a big step. It is a big step. If I give in to this and allow whatever is about to play out happen, things will change. Hell, things are already changing.

My mind whirls with the trauma Spencer shared with us and the kiss I shared with Tucker. Am I in the right mind frame to make a decision like this?

Tucker’s hand flexes on my neck, reminding me it’s still there and that he’s waiting for a response—my choice.

“I want to kiss Spencer.”

“I don’t think that was an option. You got to taste her on me. Do you need another taste before you decide?”

Fuck yes, I want to kiss him again. I want to do more. I have a feeling the world that Lincoln has opened up to me has just been a taste of what it could be. Tucker strikes me as a man with more sexual knowledge than I could even comprehend.

“Please.” I’m so fucking turned on I don’t even know what I’m begging for. Tucker, Spencer, an answer. I don’t fucking know. I want it all.

“Fireball, look at me.” I give my beautiful, green-eyed boyfriend my undivided attention. Fuck he’s gorgeous. The smirk he gives me tells of all the dirty thoughts running through his mind. “Do you want to stop and walk away?” Fuck no. I vigorously shake my head. “Good boy.” He runs a hand through my hair, and if I were a cat, I’d be fucking purring.

Tucker pulls my attention away as his hand around my neck slides down my chest.

“Eyes on me, Miller.” Fuck I love Linc’s dominant voice. It’s impossibly deeper than his usual cadence. “If your apprehension is me, stop. I’ve never shared with my brother before, but if you’d like to try, my answer is yes. You are asking to share, correct Tucker?”

“I am.” I shiver as Tucker runs a finger across my nipple. I bite my bottom lip, and Linc quickly pulls it out.

“I think you like the idea. Do you want to share what’s holding back your answer? What’s making you hesitate?”

Nothing.

Everything.

Fuck this is confusing.

My eyes slowly drift to everyone on the couch.

Lincoln, my boyfriend, that even though I haven’t said the words yet, I’m in love with his handsome, broody ass.

Spencer, my elusive mystery woman who keeps me on my toes and calls me out on my bull shit. I want to kiss her so fucking bad. I need to know what she tastes like, but I don’t have the option right now.

Axel, my best friend, whose face is currently buried in Spencer’s neck. I’m jealous he’s getting to taste my girl but not jealous of him. Should I be?

Finally, Tucker. I can still feel the coarseness of his beard on my face. I want this. I want more.

“He scares the fuck out of me.” I can’t believe I confessed that out loud. Tucker’s hand smooths over my chest again, and I see the understanding in his blue eyes.

“Give me a safeword, Bruiser. I don’t want you to be afraid of anything.”

“Fucking shit, guys. You’re getting me hard over here, and I have a beautiful woman in my lap. Code Blue. The safeword is Code Blue, which goes for everyone under this roof.” Axel has spoken and gone right back to his assault on Spencer’s neck.

“Alright, you heard the man. Does that work for you? If it does, you were told what to do. So, safeword or… Get. On. Your. Knees.” Lincoln moves off the couch so I have room to make my decision.

I’ve already made it. Sliding to the floor, I present myself to Lincoln and Tucker. I sit awkwardly on my heels, not knowing exactly what I should be doing. I flick my gaze between them. One looks hungry and the other satisfied. Both looks are equally arousing. My cock strains against my jeans at the sheer anticipation of what’s to come.

“Do you wanna watch the show or join in, Tails?” I hold my breath at Axel’s question. I wait for her answer, but I don’t dare move a muscle. I’m still waiting for instructions.

“Will you watch with me? I don’t want to interrupt their dynamic. They have things to work out.” My Smithy can watch me all day long.

“Please let me kiss her.” I’m fucking done for. I’m eager to get my lips on the woman who frazzles my every goddamn nerve. I’m the only one in this room who doesn’t know what she tastes like, and it’s driving me mad.

“Earn it.”

“What?”

Tucker’s grin is devious as he stares down at me. He shifts to the edge of the couch so his knees surround me.

“I said, earn it. Hands in your lap.”

Fuck. We’re doing this. I link my hands and place them on top of my thighs. I hold my breath, waiting. What will he instruct me to do next?

Lincoln and I have never done anything this formal before, especially with an audience. Tucker grabs my chin and my attention.

“I know we’ve established a safeword, but I need to know where your head is. Are you comfortable with this, and how far would you like to go?”

How far? I may not be in control right now, but he’s giving me the choice.

“You can trust us, Fireball. I’d never do anything out of your limits. I know we’ve talked about them, and I’ll make sure Tucker knows them as well.”

“I trust you. Completely.” Lincoln and Tucker exchange a look. Without words, I can’t comprehend their expressions, but they understand each other and come to a nonverbal agreement.

“Before you can earn Spencer’s lips, I want you to show me that your mouth is worthy of hers.” My eyes watch his fingers as they unclip his belt.

“Do it for him. Take him out, Fireball.”

I swallow down the nerves threatening to spill out and rise up on my knees. My hands shake, but it’s pure adrenaline coursing through me. The rush feels like the same high I get when my pager goes off at the firehouse. The excitement and anticipation motivate me to open the button of Tucker’s pants and unzip his fly. His light gray briefs stare at me, and he lifts his hips, urging me to lower his pants.

Lincoln lowers himself next to me and runs his hands along the hem of my shirt. His fingers graze my sides as he lifts my shirt and removes it. He runs soothing circles on my back as I slip my hand into Tucker’s briefs and pull out his already hard cock.

“Prove your worth, Bruiser.” I kind of fucking love that nickname. It’s his acknowledgment of our fight, but it doesn’t feel condescending.

I squeeze my hand around his length using the pressure I know I like and stroke. My experience with men is limited to Lincoln, but we’ve done plenty of exploring, and I’m confident in my blow job skills.

My limits are non communication. As long as I understand what’s happening, if it’s something new, I’m willing to try. I just don’t want any surprises.

I alternate my hands, pulling his cock between my palms, and feel him harden. The vein underneath bulges as his tip darkens in color from the added blood flow.

“I’m ready whenever you are. Show me how good you treat my brother.” His words feel like a challenge that I’m willing to accept. Leaning forward, I leave one hand at the base of his shaft and swirl my tongue around his tip.

Once, twice, three times is all it takes before the first moan rumbles in Tucker’s chest. That’s the noise I was waiting to hear. Inhaling a deep breath through my nose, I dive into his lap, taking as much of him as I can. As I pull back, I use my tongue to trace the now prominent vein under his length. I quickly suck him back in and set a pace going farther and farther each time.

Lincoln and I have practiced this particular skill because a blow job is sexy, can be done in small spaces, and, if done correctly, can be quick and dirty.

My angle isn’t quite right, so I shift my legs to get closer to Tucker. As I’m about to pull Tucker into my throat, a deep, velvety whisper pauses my action.

“Fireball. Can I take your ass while you take his cock?” I try to nod my approval, but Tucker fists the front of my hair, pulling me off him.

“Be respectful and answer him.” Lust and fire burn in his eyes, and it’s a heady mixture that has my cock twitching in my pants.

“Yes, please.”

“Please, what? Use your big-boy words, Bruiser. Tell us what you want.”

Tucker turns my head to look over my shoulder at Lincoln, and I take a moment to admire his toned, tattooed chest. I have no idea when he lost his shirt, but I approve.

“Please fuck me while I suck off Tucker.”

A beautiful smile creeps up Linc’s lips. “Good boy.”

Tucker releases the grip on my hair and runs his fingers over my scalp, easing the burn he caused. I glance next to us to check on our spectators.

“Are you good, Smithy?” She’s turned in Axel’s lap, facing out and watching our interactions directly. Axel’s hands roam up and down her arms and legs while he peppers her neck and shoulders with kisses.

“I’m excellent. Are you enjoying yourself?”

Fuck . Lincoln’s hands undo my pants, and he palms my cock, using the heel of his hand to run along my length. I hear Spencer giggle, and it’s music to my fucking ears.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she purrs.

“You’re lips are my fucking prize. Prepare for an epic kiss.” She smiles, and her eyes roll back into her head as Axel sucks on the sensitive spot behind her ear.

I half help to remove my pants, and Lincoln pulls my hips back to adjust me for a better angle. I hear the opening of the lube packet that we both conveniently keep in our wallets for times like this. Cool gel runs through my ass cheeks, and Lincoln’s fingers scoop it up and rim me to prepare to take him. I lean down to put Tucker back in my mouth, and he stops me.

“Let him get inside you first.” Tucker languidly strokes himself while he waits. I feel the first sensation of pressure as Lincoln slips a finger in, and I suck in a breath. Tucker’s free hand returns to my head, and he resumes his scalp massage. Now I understand why Spencer was so mesmerized earlier. This feels like fucking magic.

Lincoln and I have an active sex life, and it doesn’t take long before I’m ready to take him. There’s a part of me that likes pain, and I enjoy the burn as I bear down and allow Lincoln entrance into my body. I rest my head on Tucker’s thigh to stabilize myself as Lincoln pushes further into me.

“Alright, Fireball. I’m all the way in. Now take him.” Tucker’s hand moves, and I replace it with mine. Once again, he stops me before I take him in my mouth.

“Are you going to let me come down your pretty little throat, or do you want me to pull out? I need to know now before we continue.”

“I’ll happily swallow.” A devilish grin appears, and he thrusts his cock to the back of my throat at the same time that Lincoln pulls out. I choke but eagerly take what he’s offering. There won’t be any deep-throating him with both of them using my body.

They quickly find a rhythm with me rocking between them. My body accepts the pleasure they’re giving me. I want to be a more active participant, but both men are moaning and grunting with pleasure, so I know they’re enjoying themselves, and I sure as fuck am.

“Fucking shit. Fuck, Tails. Please tell me you’re as turned on as me right now. I feel like I could explode just watching them.” I don’t hear if she answers him because Lincoln reaches around and grabs my aching cock. Thank fuck because I’m ready to explode but won’t get there without a little help.

It feels like a race for who comes first, and at this point, I’m in such pleasurable bliss I couldn’t fucking care less.

“Are you ready for me, Bruiser?” I hum my approval, and Tucker thrusts deeply into my throat. His hot come spills into my mouth and I greedily swallow him down and relish in the sounds he makes as he comes. I gave him this pleasure.

I’m one step closer to kissing my girl.

I feel the last twitches of Tucker’s orgasm and lean back. He shifts his arm between our bodies and pushes my back to Lincoln’s chest.

“I’ve got this, Linc.” For just a moment, both of them have their hands on my cock, stroking. Fucking ecstasy.

Lincoln releases me and brings his other hand around my chest, grabbing my shoulder. My knees are killing me from the position, and I’m sure we’ll both have rug burn, but this experience is worth it.

“Are you ready for me, Fireball? I’m about to fill your ass with my come.” This man could make me come reading a fucking grocery list. His voice is sex on a stick.

“I’m ready.” And I’m definitely ready. He readjusts his angle, and his cock rubs the sweet spot that almost has me seeing stars. Our bodies slide against each other with the sweat from our exertion.

Needing something to do with my hands, I slide them under Tucker’s T-shirt and feel the curves of his abs. I’m mad he kept his shirt on while Linc and I are naked. Next fucking time.

Lincoln’s grunts become louder, and with a final thrust and a corresponding tug from Tucker, we come. Lincoln spills in my ass while I fill Tucker’s hand, and I feel dirty, satisfied, and loved.

I collapse into Tucker’s lap as Lincoln collapses onto me. Spencer stands and comes back with wet towels and tissues.

We thank her and untangle ourselves while we clean up. I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and turn my gaze to see Tucker licking his fingers. No. He’s savoring his fingers. The ones I just spilled my come into. He’s licking me off of him. Fucking shit.

“Well, brothers. Did the poor sap earn a kiss from the Princess?”

Thank you, Axel.

“Fuck yes, I did.” I take a step in her direction and a flat hand splays across my chest.

“Me first.” Tucker pulls me into his chest and nips at my bottom lip. “Thank you.” Before I can respond, our lips seal together in a kiss filled with the gratitude he expressed. He pulls away before I get lost in him again and turns me toward Spencer. “Go get the girl.”

Spencer stands, and I close the few steps between us. Her cheeks are flushed a beautiful pink, and her shoulders rise and fall with her labored breathing. I bring a hand to her face and run the back of my knuckles across her cheek.

This is it. This is the moment everything changes. Axel’s relationship with her has always been flirty and professional. She hasn’t had many interactions with Lincoln, and Tucker might as well be a stranger. But me? Us? We are co-workers, partners, and friends. Kissing her crosses a new threshold—one I’ve wanted to cross, but it seemed more like a fever dream.

“Did you enjoy the show, Smithy?”

“Very much so.”

“May I kiss you?”

She nods. “You’ve earned it.” I slide my hands into her hair, holding in the groan that the feel of it between my fingers elicits. Tilting my head, I lower my lips to hers.

“Are you sure? There’s no turning back from this?” I need her to know she has a choice. She’ll always have a choice with me.

Her answer comes in a kiss as she presses her lips to mine. They’re soft and full, a stark contrast to the roughness of a man’s kiss. Spencer presses her body to mine, and she melts into my arms. Bending down, I grab the back of her thighs and lift them. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I deepen our kiss.

“Miller.” I can’t decipher Axel’s tone, but he’s interrupting my moment, and I don’t like it.