“Over here,” Duncan said, his voice raspy from singing all night long. He tugged on her, and Jake shuddered violently then helped her walk to the sofa where Duncan gently disentangled her hands from his shirt.
“I can’t think,” she said, her voice thick, the words slurred and difficult to get out. “What’s happening to us?”
“We’re bonding. I don’t know why it’s so intense, but I don’t think we can fight it. I don’t want to fight it.” Jake sat heavily on the couch, pulling Emma on top of him. Her legs fell on either side of his hips, and she pressed down onto his groin, making them both groan. Duncan sat down next to them, his eyes hot. Her brain felt smoky, her sense of the room fading as if there was a fire beneath them, burning and burning until the soot drifted up into the world, obscuring reality.
“I don’t want to fight it either,” Duncan said as he slipped her shirt off her shoulders to rub his fingers over the delicate skin of her shoulders. “I know you.” Emma shook her head, distracted by the rock-hard cock beneath her. Duncan grabbed her and shook her, making her look at him. “I know you.”
“Duncan,” Jake said, and the other man loosened his fingers, but he didn’t let her go. Emma took a shaky breath.
“I know,” she said softly, reaching out to touch Duncan’s lips with her fingertips. She could feel his breath. He leaned up and kissed the soft mound of her breast then lifted them out of her bra. Jake gasped as he felt her shudder then reached around her and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding the zipper down as Duncan unsnapped her bra and tossed it to the floor. Emma didn’t know where to put her hands, and she rested them on Duncan’s shoulders for a moment, confused until she realized she was the only one getting undressed.
“Off,” she said desperately. She tugged at Duncan’s shirt then squirmed off Jake’s lap before he could stop her. She wanted to feel their skin on her body. “Take your clothes off.” She stood and slipped her jeans down, kicking off her shoes. She stood there in her panties, the red silk wet with her body’s arousal, and felt like hitting the two men when they did nothing but stare. “Come on,” she urged, reaching forward to yank Jake’s shirt over his head then grabbing his arms and unsnapping the leather cuffs he wore. She prodded at them in her mind, somehow whipping her desire into a command, and both men jerked into action. Duncan ripped off his shirt, cursing as the bracelets he wore got tangled in the fabric. He slipped the jewelry off, tossing the necklaces and rings on top of the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Then he toed off his boots and began to peel his leather pants off his legs. Emma started on Jake’s button-fly, but he stood up and popped it open himself. His cock bobbed out from his body, thick and pretty. Emma’s mouth watered. She wanted him.
“Jesus,” Duncan said. He’d stopped, pants half-down, his erection swelling noticeably larger as he stared at Jake’s dick. Emma’s core throbbed. She watched Jake swallow, his cock red and leaking. She licked her lips.
“Jake, oh my God, I want to touch you. Can I touch you?” Duncan asked as he quickly peeled his pants the rest of the way off. He stepped forward until he was pressed up against Emma’s side, eyes still on Jake. She shifted so his cock would rub against her hip, making Duncan shiver. She smiled, expecting Jake to agree immediately. She could feel him in her head, his arousal and need so strong her legs almost buckled. Except he wasn’t agreeing. Along with the desire came a wave of uncertainty.
“Jake, I would never hurt you. I love you. I’ve always loved you.” Duncan wrapped his arms around Emma, and she felt the hurt beginning to well up inside him. Stupid men! She wanted to hit Jake. Behind all the hesitation, she felt an inferno rising, and she was afraid that very soon all choice would be gone. If they wanted to have any control over what happened, they had to trust each other. She looked at Jake and reached out her hand. He looked back at them, hesitant.
“You can feel him, can’t you, Jake?” Emma whispered.
“Yeah.” Jake cleared his throat. “I can feel you both. I just—” he broke off and rubbed his face with his hands then took a deep breath. Emma sensed him calming himself down. “I’ve been straight my whole life, and this is overwhelming.” He looked at Duncan. “I love you. I always have. I’m just struggling with how that love is changing. I look at you and I see the man I’ve known for years, but I’m also seeing someone I want to kiss. Someone I want to fuck. I don’t know what to do with that.”
Emma’s heart skipped at the brutal honesty of his words. He stood there, naked in body, and then he willingly bared his spirit for them too, just so they could understand what he felt. They might be able to sense each other’s emotions, but she was coming to realize that knowing how someone felt and having them articulate it were two entirely different things. The love that she thought she had for Jake, growing from the initial stages of the bond, suddenly flared even more with his words. She sensed that Duncan was nearly overcome. She surged forward, pulling Duncan the two steps it took to get to Jake, and pressed herself against him, trusting that he’d catch her. Duncan slipped up on the other side and wrapped himself around them, and then they closed their eyes as the bonding suddenly blazed, barely in their control. Jake trembled, and Emma felt his emotions churning, then she kissed him, and his cock leaped against her bare skin. Duncan groaned and shoved his erection against them both, making Emma gasp into Jake’s mouth.
“Shit.” Jake tore his lips away, panting. She felt him struggle for air.
“Jake, man, it’s okay.” Duncan pressed his face into Jake’s shoulder. Jake’s hand came up and carded through Duncan’s hair while Emma held herself still, trying not to move and ignite things further. “We can stop if you want.”
“Just, no. Give me a second here.” Jake breathed, and Emma felt his free hand flexing on her hip. “Okay, this is ridiculous. I’ve loved you my whole life. I have no issues with your bisexuality or anyone’s sexuality. I know you, inside and out. I can feel the bonding about to escape us, and I’m afraid what will happen if we let it. I don’t want to fuck and fuck and have us wake up an hour later, hurting and stupid.” Jake shuddered, and Emma thought she felt tears on her forehead from where Jake was holding his face so terribly still. “So let’s do this. I choose you.”
Duncan shuddered and then shoved Jake and Emma to the sofa. They fell in a heap, and Emma wasn’t sure where one man began and the other ended, but it didn’t matter anymore. The fire that was inside the three of them raged up, and she felt pleasure tear through her body as the two men kissed, devouring each other. She rubbed her pussy against Duncan’s thigh and was at the edge of climax in an instant. Then Jake rubbed his cock against Duncan’s hip and it was all over. Emma shook as her body flexed and burned with fire. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t keep herself still. She heard someone moaning and then realized it was her. She grabbed the two men, writhing against their bare skin, shoving her breasts and lips against them as if they were fuel and she a flame that desperately needed more to burn. The men took what she had and gave back at the same time. She felt them against her hips, her stomach, and kissed blindly, not knowing which man’s lips were on hers. It didn’t matter. The three of them orgasmed together as their minds spiraled out, hooking themselves into each other in a way that Emma couldn’t comprehend. The climax went on and on, and she felt the warm heat of their spunk slide down her body to mix with the moisture seeping down her thighs. No one cared. When the three of them finally stopped spasming, Emma realized that they hadn’t even managed to have intercourse and started giggling.