Calling the Shots by Christine D'Abo Page A

Josh moved around him, stopping at the sound of a second condom package. God, this was it. He was really going to do this, have anal sex. He’d seen the size of Josh, couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have someone that big pushing into him. Not that he minded the pain—liked it, even. But this wasn’t about that. It would change him on a level he hadn’t considered.
    He wouldn’t be Oliver, straight guy with abandonment issues, who fantasized about women dominating him. No, he’d be Oliver, bisexual man who’d been fucked by his boss and good friend, who’d been dominated by not one but two lovers.
    How the fuck did that happen?
    When could it happen again?
    “Shh, it’s okay. He won’t do anything you don’t want him to.” Beth kissed his temple. “Do you want him to stop?”
    “No!” He closed his eyes and tried to relax his body. “No, please. I want this.”
    “Relax then.” Josh ran a hand along the small of his back, helping Oliver to settle. “I’m going to open you up. Just enjoy the sensations and try not to clench.”
    At some point during their conversation, Josh had lubed up his fingers, the tip of which was now pressing against the tight ring of muscles. God, it was weird. But as Josh worked his digit into Oliver, rivulets of pleasure shot through his body and fired his blood. Before Oliver realized what he was doing, he began to thrust in counterpoint to the movement of Josh’s hand.
    “God, you’re tight.” Josh added a second finger. “But you’re taking it. I bet you’ll swallow me up just as easily.”
    Beth shifted her gaze to over Oliver’s shoulder. “Will I feel your cock when you fuck him?”
    The innocence of her tone did nothing to detract from the impact of her words. Oliver was going to fuck and be fucked at once.
    Josh quickly added a third finger, dragging a moan from Oliver. “No, but you’ll know I’m there.”
    “You’re both going to kill me.” Oliver glanced back at Josh, whose hair was plastered to the side of his face and neck with sweat. He was stunning. “Hurry up and let’s do this. I’m not going to last as it is.”
    “I don’t want to hurt you. This is your first—”
    “Fuck me, Josh.” That was all he needed. What he’d wanted for months now.
    Josh pulled his hand free and replaced his fingers with the blunt tip of his cock. The muscles were still tight enough to squeeze the shaft Josh pushed slowly, inch by inch, into his body. Oliver held still, his breath coming out in short, sharp pants until Josh was flush against his ass. When he was fully seated, they all froze for a moment, giving Oliver time to adjust. He couldn’t form a thought, not a logical one at any rate. His senses were overloaded with foreign sensations of pleasure so intense he thought he was going to pass out before his orgasm even came.
    Beth lifted her leg and brushed her bare calf against his side. Oliver flinched, causing his muscles to clamp down on Josh. There was a flash of pain that quickly dulled when Josh began to thrust. Grabbing hold of Oliver’s hips, Josh set a slow, firm pace. Within seconds, Oliver managed to fall into a rhythm with Josh, using the momentum of his thrust to pound into Beth.
    God, this wasn’t going to last long. The ache in his ass was gone, melted into pleasure when Josh adjusted his angle to hit against a spot inside him that had Oliver seeing stars.
    “No, no, no,” he whispered, trying to hold off. Needing to stretch this moment out as long as he could.
    Josh leaned forward, driving his cock even deeper inside his body. “It’s okay. Give in.”
    Beth lifted her head close enough for Josh to kiss her. Oliver turned his face and for a moment the three of them kissed. It was near perfect for all of three seconds before Beth jerked her head back and cried out. She clamped down around his shaft and arched back against the bed. Josh’s next thrust hit that magic spot inside him, and Oliver was lost.
    He managed to suck