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out of control.
    I leaned over Matthew and licked and nipped the back of his neck, savoring his taste, his scent— my brain already equating that smell with physical pleasure and sated bliss. The responding moans and sways of his body would have made anyone think I'd already entered him.
    He needed me as much as I did him.
    I lined up, the head of my dick pressing at his opening.
    “Hold there,” Richard said. His deep voice cut through the surge of desire, and I stilled. He forced my legs apart.
    His cock slammed inside me with a fast thrust that drove my body forward into Matthew. I gasped. He knew when to take it easy and when to ram it in.
    And just like that, I was fucking the same men as I had the night before. Only, I wasn't freaking. All I felt was them.
    The combined pleasure made me lose concentration fast. But it was okay. They had me, held me between them— bodies swaying together, need and hunger taking over as they rocked and thrust.
    The room filled with our noises. The bed creaked under us. Skin slapped against skin. Three men groaned as we soared, high on one another.
    Matthew's fingers were twisted in the sheets before me, gripping so tight he'd rip the fabric. I reached around him and enjoyed the sleek, firm touch of his prick as it slid in my hand. His body writhed and quivered. His mouth screamed delicious words and sounds I was beginning to love.
    Then he screamed my name, and that did me in. I came while he clenched around me. Unable to stop my sated body, I settled on his back. Richard thrust again and again until he jerked with his own release. He let out a low, contented murmur as his body melted over me.
    We collapsed on the bed in a mix of legs, arms, and bodies.
    “Damn.” The word escaped my mouth mingled with a rush of air. I waited a moment to catch my breath, then got rid of the rubber. “That's the fourth time I got off today.”
    Matthew lifted his head. “Oh, man. Did you spend the day at the club or what?”
    “No. I worked this morning and then went home. Alone.” For some fucked-up reason, I felt it important to clarify that last point.
    “I think our friend here was as turned on today as I was,” Richard said. “Did you have fun by yourself, Luke?” He patted my hip and shifted to lie next to Matthew.
    “Not as much as tonight. That's for damn sure.”
    “Me neither.” Richard's hand cupped my jaw, and he steered my mouth to his, Matthew pinned between us. He kissed me soft and slow, not demanding more, not pushing me toward anything but the simple touch.
    Matthew moaned at the sight of us. Damn, he had such great responses. What would he sound like when he was the one doing the fucking?
    Did he top?
    The image of Matthew topping Richard played over and over as Richard's tongue sought out mine. I pressed into the kiss, needing more all of a sudden, not sure if it was the sensation of his kiss or if it was the image of a lithe, groaning Matthew taking Richard that did me in.
    When we parted, the words spilled out of my mouth. “Sometime I'd like to hear what he'd sound like fucking you.”
    The smile of victory spread across Richard's face.
    What the hell am I doing?
    “That'd be something,” he said. “That sound good to you, kid?”
    Matthew whimpered. With his body pushing in close, he couldn't hide the shake. Out of anticipation or trepidation? I took the cue and changed the subject. Why the hell was I still lying beside them, talking to them, anyway?
    I rolled onto my back. “How long you been coming here?” I asked Richard.
    “Years. I took a break for a while when I was in a relationship.” He went into the bathroom and returned with a couple of towels. He stretched out next to Matthew again. “I was a bit older than you, kid, when the club opened. I joined not too long after.”
    “Wow.” Matthew lifted his head and cocked it to the side. “There were other gay men all the way back then?”
    Richard slid a hand under him and pinched his ass.