I take the first shot, and the burn of the liquor going down gives me courage. “How does this work?”
“How do you think? You must’ve had a plan for fucking her if you were so determined to do it. Me fucking you is no different.”
I frown and grab the second shot, feeling put on the spot. Like the teacher just called on me but I didn’t bother reading the lesson. Manny always gave me hell when I’d come home with a failing grade. He worked his ass off so I could at least graduate high school, so this feeling is way more familiar than I’d like to admit.
“Shit, don’t tell me you’ve never tried anal with a girl before.”
“Have you?” I shoot back.
“That’s not the point,” he growls. “We’re made the same back there, more or less. The biggest difference is her G-spot is in her pussy. Yours is in your ass. Prepping is the same either way. It’s just a matter of how involved you want her in the process.”
Whether or not Celeste would be involved never crossed my mind, but now that he mentions it, I realize in my mental experiments with the idea of letting Maddox fuck me, she was never there, or if she was, she just watched from the sidelines.
When I don’t answer immediately, Maddox says, “If this . . . relationship we’re starting tonight is going to work, we need to establish some ground rules to follow at the outset. Just because we’re having some fun doesn’t mean we should let things slide. Nobody gets left out when we fuck, even if the other person just watches, and if someone isn’t in the mood, they can opt out without the other two feeling like they have to stop. Communicate, got it? Now try it.”
He shoves the third shot at me. I spin it between my fingers as I stare at it, baffled by my own silence. I toss back the shot and clear my throat. “You know you sound like my brother right now.”
“You’re probably not going to think of me that way after tonight,” he says with a smirk.
I stare into the empty shot glass and then look at him. His serious intensity returns as he holds my gaze and seems to see right through me.
“I need this,” I say, some of the tension unwinding as the confession comes out, but I only manage those three words.
In my head I trip over all the other truths I can’t say out loud. I don’t want this just because Manny’s gone and I’ve got a fucking chasm a mile wide inside me now. I need to prove that there’s something real between me and Maddox. I think Celeste wants to prove to herself that the three of us can work, but she has her own reasons for that. I don’t doubt it for a second.
But for some reason, I can’t articulate the rest of what’s churning around inside me. Celeste’s love feels different than the love I want from Maddox. It sounds too weird in my head to admit that he’d go a long way to filling the hole Manny’s death left, because I don’t think I ever thought of him the way I think of my brother. But it feels like sealing this bond with him is the thing that’ll finally prove I’m a man in my dead brother’s eyes.
“So do I,” he says, somehow fine with my lack of a more detailed explanation, but his mind is already moving forward. “What I need now is for you to stand up and strip and go join our girl. When I come in, I want your ass in the air and your face buried between her legs. The prep will go easier if you’re distracted.”
The order makes it easier. I’m used to taking commands from men more powerful than me, but I’ve never gotten off on it quite this way before. I stand and hold his gaze, pushing my jeans and boxers off my hips, then kicking out of my shoes as I slide my pants down my legs and push them off my feet along with my socks. I leave them in a pile on the floor, weirdly satisfied by the mess we’ve left out in the open in his apartment. I flex a little when I straighten up, smiling at the way his gaze lingers on my half-hard dick, so I fist myself and stroke once for his benefit.
“Go before I bend you over and fuck you here,” he growls.
I turn with a smirk, and saunter away, hard again with the heat of his gaze drilling into my back.
When I round the screen it’s like slipping from hot sun into cool water to see Celeste lying naked in the very center of Maddox’s bed, curled on her side. She’s apparently gotten bored and picked up a book, but one hand toys with her nipple while she reads. I reach the end of the bed and climb on, and she rolls to her back to watch as I crawl toward her.
She opens her legs without being asked, and my first inclination is to lie flat while I delve into one of my favorite pastimes, but I remember Maddox’s request. Despite the sense of extreme exposure, I leave my ass in the air while I dip my face to lap at her wetness.
She’s warm and sweet and smooth, my tongue tracing her outer lips once before I capture her clit between my lips and suck. She sighs and lifts her hips, undulating in time with my licks. I slide my hands beneath her ass and squeeze, loving the decadent softness of her gorgeous ass as I hold her up and devour her. She’s close, but I don’t let her come, easing back and teasing my tongue at her opening to keep her eager without sending her over. Stealing a look up her body, I expect to be met with a disapproving
