Calling the Shots by Christine D'Abo

one.” Oliver held out his hand, and shit if that didn’t take more concentration than it should have. “If the boss-man will give me a condom.”
    Josh removed the condom from the wrapper and grabbed Oliver’s cock with his free hand. Shit. Oliver squeezed his eyes shut and fought to keep still as Josh rolled the protection down the length of his shaft. Of course Josh would push him when he was this fucking close to the edge.
    “All set.” Josh gave his cock an extra squeeze.
    Unable to wait, Oliver lined himself up and pressed into Beth. They held still, their panting synchronizing. Sweat covered him, making their bodies slide wonderfully against each other. Beth’s face was pulled taut and her eyes screwed shut. He wished he knew what she was thinking, what he could do to make it better for her, please her. God, he wanted to make her fucking ecstatic, feel even a little of the pleasure she’d already given him.
    Missionary sex was considered by some to be boring. Predictable. Certainly, many of Mavericks’ members would agree with that assessment. But Oliver had been face-to-face with unusual and kinky sex for four months now, so something simple took on a different dimension. For the moment it was just the two of them, their bodies seeking and receiving pleasure. Shit, how could anyone consider this boring when Beth moaned like that?
    Oliver gave a tentative thrust. Beth lifted her legs and hooked her feet around his ass. Another thrust and they both sighed. Oliver had almost forgotten about Josh until a flash of movement in the corner of his eye grabbed his attention.
    Josh was stretched out on the bed, a gap between them. He’d grabbed his cock and was stroking his shaft halfheartedly as he watched, as if he was mesmerized by the scene or was trying to memorize every detail. When Josh realized he was watching, he smiled and shifted closer. Oliver wished he could pull Josh in, sink into his heat as well. Somehow find a way to fuck them both at once.
    “Can you suck her nipple?” Josh ran his fingers through Oliver’s hair. “Let me see.”
    A command more than a request. One Oliver was happy to comply with.
    The angle was awkward, but Oliver arched his back and dipped his mouth down. Beth’s reaction was electric—her body stiffening as she bucked her hips. Oliver continued to lave the nipple as his thrusts increased in strength. Yeah, this was it. He could give her everything, fill his need to please, and know she wouldn’t treat him like shit in return.
    He’d never understood why he was this way. Why he got turned on by someone stronger-willed taking over in the bedroom. The first time Mallory had slapped his ass in jest, he’d nearly come on the spot. It was as if the wires in his brain had gotten crossed, backward from everything he’d ever been taught they should be. Men were strong. In control. In charge.
    Fuck that.
    “Beth.” He sucked on her shoulder and increased the strength of his thrusts. “Good?”
    She hummed her pleasure. “Missing something.”
    Oliver froze and lifted his head. God, what had he done wrong? What did she need? He opened his mouth to ask, but she pressed her hand over it. Turning her head she smiled at Josh.
    “We’re missing Josh.”
    “It’s not my show.” Josh increased the tugging on his cock.
    She laughed. “That doesn’t mean you have to sit out.”
    Oliver struggled to breathe. Beth’s fingers were close to his nose, making it hard to pull oxygen into his lungs. His head spun from the deprivation and the thought of Josh finally giving him what he wanted. What he needed.
    Without speaking, Oliver begged Josh to join them. Be one with them. Josh growled but didn’t move. His gaze shifted between Oliver’s eyes and Beth’s; the intensity of it made Oliver’s dick twitch and his skin tingle. When Josh looked back, it was clear his restraint had broken, and he too had given in to this crazy pull between the three of them
    Oliver slowed his thrusts as