Page 71 of Tone Deaf

“We’re waiting to see what you need. Today was a tough day for you and your mom. We don’t want to come after you like crazed sex fiends,” Dom explains, then tucks his chin close to my neck and kisses my ear.

“What if I want you two to be crazed sex fiends? What if that’s what I need?”

“Then Callum, if that’s what you want, we aim to please,” Pen says with the kind of smile that songs are written about.He leans in, pulling me from Dom’s arms and kisses me, long and thoroughly. His touch has my heart pumping and my dick hardening in my slacks.

“But we still need to have a talk,” Dom interjects, and Pen and I groan.

“What?” I pull out of Pen’s arms and sit on the edge of the bed, facing the two men.

“We love you,” Dom begins to say.

“We want you in our lives—always—the three of us,” Pen adds. “Together.”

“We just need to make sure you’re good and ready for this relationship.” A little bit of Dom’s insecurities are peeking through, and I love that he now feels like he can show that side of himself. Just like Pen can.

“Callum Fitz, would you like to be in a committed relationship with us, Pennington Gallagher and Dominic Rossetti?”

I contemplate for all of five seconds before my men are on me. Kissing me, loving me.

“Yes, I want to be in a relationship with you both. Now can we fuck, please?” I plead with a pout.

Neither hesitate. They begin stripping out of their suits, which leaves me to watch my men as they give me a striptease. Once they are down to their birthday suits, I take off my clothes and we three head into the large shower.

When we’re clean and my body has been thoroughly stretched by Pen, Dom leans in and kisses me and then Pen, before offering, “As penance, I want you and Pen to both fuck me tonight.”

My eyes go wide, and so do Pen’s. “Are you sure?” I ask, because I like being the bottom. But if this is for Pen, I will happily switch.

“You’ve never bottomed, Dom,” Pen says.

“Yes, I have. It’s been years, but I trust you both to take care of me.”

Pen wraps a hand on the back of Dom’s neck, draws him in and kisses him hard. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Dom utters against his lips.

They turn to me, pull me in and say at the same time, “We love you.”

“And I love you both.” I kiss each of them with equal passion.

We move from the bathroom, still wet, to the king-size bed. The starched white sheets cling to our damp bodies, but none of us care.

With tangled limbs, we touch, taste, and grind on each other until we need more. I need more.

Pen grabs the lube while I bend over and take Dom’s cock into my mouth. God, I love the taste of his skin and his precum that’s flowing heavily from the tip. I suck him back as far as I can while using my hand to cup his fuzzy balls.

“Fuck, baby—your mouth. Oh, God—yes, Pen. Give me two fingers. I need it.”

As Pen stretches Dom’s ass, I pop off of Dom’s dick, leaving it slick with saliva. I turn—my back to Dom’s front, and move until his thick length is nudging my hole.

“Don’t move, Dom, and keep your hands to yourself,” I look over my shoulder and order, repeating what he said to me the only other time we three made love.

Dom groans but does as I ask. I wiggle a little more until his head slides past my first ring of muscle, then I pause, letting myself adjust to his size.

“Are you ready for three?” Pen whispers to Dom.

“Yes,” he utters and then moans loudly as Pen penetrates him at the same time I push back until I’m fully impaled on Dom’s dick.

“I’m not going to last,” Dom admits with a groan. “Fuck—fuck me already.”