Calling the Shots by Christine D'Abo

captured Oliver’s chin. He loved the way the younger man’s breath rolled over his fingers.
    “Let’s move this to the bed.” Josh licked along the seam of Oliver’s mouth. “I want you both stretched out where I can play.”
    Beth’s bright laugher filled the room as she stepped away from Oliver. Before he had a chance to get up, Josh leaned in and gave him two hard slaps to his ass. The sound had Beth jump. “Shit.”
    “That’s how you make him feel it.” Josh squeezed Oliver’s hip as he helped him stand. “You did, didn’t you?”
    Nodding seemed to be a challenge, but Oliver managed. “Burns good.”
    “I’ll make it so much better.” Josh bit down on Oliver’s shoulder over the tip of a tattooed barb. “Move.”
    He knew he was being greedy, taking joy in watching them twist and stretch for his pleasure. In that moment Josh realized that, if he did this, went down this road with both of them by his side, there was the distinct possibility he’d become hooked. Doomed to repeat his own mistakes—Paul and Sadie the sequel. From hell. The revenge. Whatever.
    Beth combed her fingers through her hair. For the moment, she was focused on Oliver, which gave Josh the perfect opportunity to take in her profile. Recently she’d been lacking her usual unassuming confidence, but her understated sexiness was a blessing after the constant onslaught of in-your-face he lived every day at the club. She had become his center in the sexed-up storm of his life. Normal in a world of extremes.
    He really didn’t have a handle yet on what Oliver gave him. But he would.
    “Oliver.” Josh waited for the word to penetrate through his sex-addled brain. “Do you still want to taste her?”
    Before Josh could say another words, Oliver rolled over to press against Beth, pushing aside her bra. Oliver’s words were nearly lost on her skin as he licked at the underneath side of her breast. “Watch her all day. Want to…need to have her.”
    “You can, if you’re a good boy.” Josh climbed onto the side of the bed, staying high on his knees. He pulled Oliver back by the hair and ignored his groan. “Now Beth, I want you to take off those panties and toss them my way.”
    She was as anxious as Oliver and moved with a speed he normally didn’t associate with her. The juice-soaked fabric left a damp mark on his chest where it landed.
    Beth smirked. “Sorry about that.”
    “When was the last time someone went down on you?” God, he almost hated to ask.
    “Mitch, and he didn’t very often. He said it grossed him out.”
    “Mitch was a fuckup.” Oliver jerked in Josh’s hold, almost struggling to get away. “Let me go. I want her.”
    “Are you going to show her how good it can be, to have a real man between her legs? Devouring her cunt?”
    Oliver groaned.
    “Are you going to suck on her clit and push your fingers so deep in her she explodes all over your face? Fuck her pussy with your hand?”
    “Yes, yes, yes please. Let me.”
    Beth’s face flushed and a fine sheen of sweat covered her skin. And while all this was clearly new to her—being with two men—she was excited to learn and try. Wanted to please and be pleased. Her hands were skimming her stomach, teasing the skin as she silently taunted them. He wasn’t about to say no.
    Josh let go of Oliver’s hair, giving him a gentle shove in the direction of her pussy. “I want you to make her scream. Make her squirt if you can. I want to see her juices all over your face.”
    Oliver jumped into position, pushing Beth’s thighs up until her knees touched her chest. Her bare pussy shone in the light, her arousal dampening her skin. He inhaled deep and gently bit the inside of her thigh.
    “So good, baby,” he muttered against her skin. “Wanted to do this…for so…”
    What little vocabulary Oliver had left evaporated as he licked a long, slow path up from her asshole to her clit. The expression on her face told Josh as much as her breathless, “Oh